Chapter 90


    Chloe’s POV


    The news of my father''s demise spread like wildfire through the packs, leaving a trail of sorrow in its


    wake. It seemed as though the very air carried the weight of the loss, dampening the spirits of all who


    heard.


    Each and every members of the Red Moon Pack mourned.


    Surprisingly, Vanessa spared no effort in ensuring that the funeral was a grand affair. She took charge


    and orchestrated a funeral befitting my father''s stature. Every detail was meticulously nned.


    I silently stood before the casket that held my father''s lifeless body, a torrent of emotions surged within


    me. My chest clenched tightly and I could hardly breath. Inside, my heart was very heavy with sorrow.


    “You look like you are at peace,” I whispered softly as I touched the casket where my father wasid.


    In the past, my father was like a tall mountain. No matter what the situation was, he stood proudly and


    was filled with power. He held my life in his hand, and I could only helplessly follow him.


    There was a long period in my life when I resented him.


    Despite the power that he held in his hand, my father had failed to protect me. He even inflicted pain


    upon me countless times. I used to hate him... hate him to the point that I cut all of ourmunications


    with each other.


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    That time, I was certain that I did not want to see him anymore.


    Yet, in his final moments, he had revealed a side of himself I had never seen before. He had bared his


    soul, expressing his true feelings, telling me that he loved me and cared for me deeply... and that he


    was in so much pain seeing me in pain.


    I closed my eyes and sighed. My fingers trembled as I prevented the tears from falling out of my eyes.


    In thest moment of his life, he made me feel his love for me.


    I opened my eyes and a sad smile appeared in my eyes. And with my hand softly touching the side of


    his casket, I solemnly whispered, “Thank you, father.”


    “I love you, too.”


    Silently, I kept a silent vigil beside him as around me, the pack members continued to cry and grieve for


    the passing of my father.


    But amidst the solemnity, amotion erupted at the entrance. One by one, alphas from various packs


    began to arrive.


    My father''s reputation as one of the greatest potion masters had garnered him great prestige among


    them, and now they came to pay their final respects.


    My gaze shifted to Vanessa. Instead of standing beside me, guarding the casket and honoring our


    father''s memory, she was caught up in a frenzy of ingratiating herself to the visiting alphas.


    "Alpha Williams, how wonderful to see you here. Your presence honors our pack," Vanessa''s words


    dripped with honeyed sweetness, but I sensed the underlying insincerity.


    Alpha Williams, a powerful figure from a neighboring pack, offered a polite nod in response. "My


    condolences, Alpha Vanessa. Your father was highly respected among us. His loss is felt deeply."


    I watched their exchange, my eyes narrowed with suspicion. These alphas, with their carefully crafted


    sympathy, were not here solely to pay respects. They had their own agendas, hidden beneathyers of


    false condolences and empty gestures. They saw this as an opportunity, a moment of vulnerability for


    the Red Moon Pack.


    Walking on their side was another alpha. Alpha Hawthorne, known for his cunning tactics and strategic


    mind, approached Vanessa, his voice dripping with calcted charm. "Alpha Vanessa, my deepest


    sympathies for your loss. Your father was a remarkable potion master, and his knowledge will be sorely


    missed."


    Vanessa beamed,pletely oblivious to the underlying intentions. "Thank you, Alpha Hawthorne.


    Your words mean a great deal to me. If there''s anything I can do to assist your pack in the future,


    please don''t hesitate to ask."


    I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Vanessa''s willingness to entertain these alphas, to


    prioritize their ttery over honoring our father''s memory, infuriated me.


    ‘How blind can you be?’ I thought as I sent Vanessa a sharp nce. She was blind to their ulterior


    motives, blind to the fact that they sought to exploit our grief and weakness.


    After all, my father, in his prime, had wielded great power. For years, he suppressed the rival packs and


    established the Red Moon Pack as a force to be reckoned with.


    Now that he was gone, it was this very dominance that now painted a target on our backs. The alphas


    from those packs, lurking in the shadows of my father''s funeral, saw an opportunity to strike at the


    weakened Red Moon Pack.


    I looked at them quietly and looked away.


    After the funeral, I was ready to leave the red moon pack. Now that my father was gone, inside the


    pack, there was no one I cared about. Moreover, Vanessa did not seem to need me. In fact, she looked


    at me as if I was an eyesore and she could not wait to throw me out.


    I caught a glimpse of Lisa, a figure who had always been ruthless towards me. But something had


    changed. Her once icy demeanor seemed to have softened, and the weight of my father''s demise bore


    heavily upon her.


    We locked eyes, and the unspoken pain between us became palpable. Despite our strained


    rtionship, I understood that Lisa loved my father in her own wed way. His death had struck a deep


    chord within her, a chord I could not ignore.


    Before I could think properly, I heard myself talking to her.


    "Lisa," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the remnants of grief that clung to the air.


    Lisa looked at me, her sharp and cold gaze could not be find. I let out a sigh.


    Despite everything she did, it seemed that she truly loved my father. Thus, in behalf of him, I found


    myselfforting her.


    "I know you loved him, in your own twisted way. His passing... it must have affected you deeply."


    Surprised look appeared in Lisa’s eyes. She looked at me as if she could not believe her eyes.


    Suddenly, her eyes welled with tears, and for a fleeting moment, the walls of resentment crumbled


    between us.


    "Chloe," she choked, her voiceced with raw vulnerability.


    “I hate you... I hate you so much...!” She told me while weeping. I stood her, looking at her pitiful figure.


    I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. Then, I raised a hand and put it on her shaking shoulders.


    Lisa felt this and cried even more. “I hate you so much....” She choked.


    “The first time I saw him with you... I knew that he loved you... he loved you so much that I could not


    “But you made himfortable in hisst minute.”


    “I’d rather die than to tell you this. But...”


    “...I am grateful. Before you he died... at least... your father felt peace...”