Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: 47-My Mate Hates Me

Clementine:

"What? Come on, defend your father," he said, as if he knew I would do that. I had no clue that my father’s cruelty had extended beyond his own family and pack members to other innocent people. But I wasn’t surprised that my father was such a disgusting prick. I guessed others didn’t know the hate I had for my father.

"I cannot defend that man," I said in a broken voice.

He almost leaned forward and raised his eyebrow, as if he hadn’t heard me clearly.

"Huh?" he asked.

I began to take slow steps, and once I was face to face with him, I uttered, "I’m so sorry he did that to you. But do you think I deserve the hate for it?"

I asked, my lips quivering.

"I hate everyone related to him. Clementine, every freaking person, every blood relationship with him is my enemy," he said, pointing at his chest and hissing. His eyes were red with tears.

"I understand your feelings, and I’m not going to ask you not to hate me, but to punish me for it. Haiden, I’m not on my father’s side. How do you think I ended up in jail here? I didn’t want to come. That man didn’t even care about me. He never did. My entire life—"

As I started to explain, he began to roll his eyes.

"Stop fucking yapping. It’s not about you. It’s about my family that he ruined."

He pointed at his chest and then back at my face, almost poking me in the forehead. I had to step back to avoid it.

"I just don’t want to see your fucking face again," he muttered as he turned around and started walking away. Then he stopped briefly and looked back at me.

"I will make your life a living hell. Because when I do that, I feel like I’m hurting that man. I feel like I’m hurting him directly."

He still didn’t understand that my father wouldn’t be bothered even if I were dead. But I guessed, since he couldn’t do anything to my father, he was taking his anger out on me.

As he walked away, I turned around and started walking back toward the academy with tears in my eyes.

"You wanted us to go and comfort him, huh? He’s fucking punishing us for someone else’s crime—for my father’s crime, the same man who punished me. Why is it that I used to get punished by him and now I’m being punished for his sins too?" I growled at Mint, briskly making my way back into the open corridor that was called The Passageway.

Then I tripped and fell, almost scraping my knees.

"Ah," I groaned.

"Hey, be careful."

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