My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 

Ethan returned to the dining table, dragging his feet before sinking into his chair. His expression had shifted into one of quiet sadness. He looked at his mother, who sat opposite him. 

Her face wasn’t just angry, it was twisted with something harsher. Hatred. Bitterness. A loathing that even he, a child, could feel pressing on him like an heavy weight. 

“Mom,” Ethan finally spoke, his voice soft but steady. “That was my friend Arthur. Why didn’t you say hi to him?” 

Sofia’s lips curled. “I don’t care if he’s your friend or not. I don’t want you near him again. Stay away from that boy, do you hear me? Stay away from Arthur or whatever his name is.” 

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But why, Mommy? He didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Her hand slammed the table, making him flinch. “He did everything wrong by being born to Amelia. Look at my face, Ethan. Look at my mouth. Do you see this? His mother did this to me last night.” 

Ethan’s jaw dropped. “What?” 

“Yes,” Sofia snapped. “That woman is dangerous. She nearly killed me. Do you want her and her son to hurt you too? If you keep being his friend, you’re next. Do you understand?” 

Ethan stared at her, shock flickering across his face. He remembered Arthur’s gentle laugh, his warm hug just minutes ago. He couldn’t connect that sweet boy with the monster his mother was painting. Still, he lowered his gaze, torn. Slowly, he nodded, though doubt lingered in his eyes. 

He picked at his food but his appetite was gone. How can she say that about them? he thought. Arthur and his 

they were kind. They weren’t trying to hurt her. 

“But, Mommy,” Ethan tried again softly. “Arthur doesn’t have anyone else. He needs a friend.” 

“Then let him play with his mother. Or his father,” Sofia said sharply, rolling her eyes. 

Ethan shook his head. “He only has his mommy. He doesn’t have a daddy.” 

Sofia froze, her fork clattering against her plate. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, her voice dangerously calm. “What do you mean he doesn’t have a father? He has one, I mean Doctor Damien. Isn’t that his dad?” 

“No” Ethan shook his head quickly. “That’s his uncle Damien. He already went back to Velaris.” 

The words sank in, and Sofia’s body went rigid. “So… who’s his father then?” 

“He doesn’t know. He said his mom never tells him. Whenever he asks about his real dad, she avoids the question.” 

Sofia gasped, her mind racing. The pieces snapped together with terrifying clarity. Amelia had been pregnant when she left seven years ago. Arthur was about six now, almost seven. The timing matched. She hadn’t lost that pregnancy like everyone thought. She’d carried the child. 

And that child…Arthur was Aiden’s. 

Slowly, she climbed the stairs. Passing the guest room, she paused, staring at the door. Arthur’s and Cassia’s room. 

Her lips curved into a cold smile. He’s Aiden’s son. I know it. I’ll prove it. 

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she creaked the door open and slipped inside. The room was neat, painfully neat, like Amelia had poured herself into keeping it perfect. Sofia’s eyes narrowed, disgust twisting her features. 

Her gaze landed on a hairbrush on the table. She picked it up, saw strands of Arthur’s hair tangled in the bristles, and smirked. Carefully, she pocketed them. 

This is it. I’ll run the DNA. I’ll find the truth and I’ll use it against them before Aiden even knows. I will kill that little boy of his and this time his death would be more painful than Eva’s. 

She shut the door behind her, only to turn and find James walking down the hallway with a heavy office table in his arms. He stopped, eyes narrowing as he set it down. 

What were you doing in Amelia’s room?” he asked flatly. 

Sofia’s heart lurched, but she quickly replaced the panic with a practiced sneer. “What are you talking about, James? This is my husband’s house. I’m the Luna. I can walk into any room I please, and you have no right to question me. I owe you no explanation.” 

She swept past him with one final glare, her heels clicking against the floor. 

James exhaled, shaking his head. Why didn’t Amelia break her jaw instead of just bruising her face? At least then she’d shut up for a while. He bent down, picked up the table again, and carried it away, muttering under his breath.