Free Web NovelChapter 177: A Perfect Revenge II
"They can leave now," Milo said simply. "I think I have said everything I wanted to say. Mom, Dad, Grandpa, I’m not interested in revenge. I want to put this matter behind me for good. If Dahlia wants to marry Damon, she is free to make her own decisions. The Moon Goddess will judge us all and decide if we deserve happiness after."
I shuddered at the severity in his voice. Milo’s faith in the Moon Goddess and his notion about his place in the world seemed unshakable. He didn’t seem affected by lesser human emotions like spite and revenge at all!
"Please reconsider!" Darach pleaded, but this time he directed his words at Milo’s parents. He must have known talking to Milo was tantamount to convincing a brick wall to move.
"I know you want to see my sister suffer for the rest of her life, but think about it― if you help Fangborne, Damon Valentine will reject her in front of everyone during her wedding. She will be rejected because Damon wants to marry his true fated mate."
"Wouldn’t this be karmic justice for all that your son has endured? I heard the stories floating around, and my sister had played her part in spreading the worst of them. They rival the stories about me. If you’re looking for revenge, there is no better timing than this. Why waste this opportunity?"
Darach’s impassioned words gave them pause. Burke’s mustache twitched, as though he was trying to tamp down on a smile.
"When you say things like this, it’s hard to believe you want the best for your sister," Burke said, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "But you make an enticing proposal. I am tempted to accept."
"Dad!" Milo protested, leaping up to his feet. "You can’t be serious! We’re cutting our nose to spite our faces! Thunderstrike won’t let us off!"
"Your father is right," Cassidy chuckled, ignoring her son’s protests. "Just imagine her floating down the aisle, a vision in pure white... The stands are filled with her people cheering in support. The music plays, and the priest asks the big question. Dahlia says yes, and everyone waits for Damon to say the same. Everyone expects a happy ending, only for Damon Valentine to reject her at the altar!" At this, Cassidy let out a wicked cackle and her husband joined in.
I got goosebumps from the sound of their laughter. Suddenly, it seemed like we were making a deal with the devil, but it was too late to turn back now.
"Oh, when I imagine how upset that haughty Alpha Thorton would look, I want to die laughing!"
Blaise gave me a small smirk. It seemed like he was confident in our chances of securing an offer now.
"Alpha Burke, Luna Cassidy, would you be open to discussions of a possible trade alliance? We do realize that by helping us, Hornstead is taking a considerable risk by offending Thunderstrike as an ally. We hope that we might be able to offer something that might mitigate that risk."
Alpha Burke gave a booming laugh. "Fair enough. That old bastard Thorton can’t strike us directly since our land is blessed, but we could do with some extra aid anyway. Come on, we’ll discuss this in my office."
"Dad, you―" Milo continued to protest worriedly, his eyes darting between Blaise and his father.
"Milo, feel free to join us," Alpha Burke said. "If you do not support this course of action, then sit back down and eat your apples. Don’t get in the way."
Milo warred with himself, but eventually, he sat back down. Alpha Burke gave a disappointed huff at his actions, but he smiled warmly at Blaise and led him down another corridor. I couldn’t help but shoot Blaise a worried look, but he only gave me a quick smile and squeezed my hand before leaving.
That left us sitting at the table with Luna Cassidy, who gave me an inquisitive look. "You’re a strange one, child. I sense that you’re not quite a wolf, yet you’re not quite a human either. Let me see your palm."
"Okay?" I said, confused, but I held out my hand.
She took it with her own, her warm palms calloused from hard labor. She then peered down at my hand, humming as she traced the lines of my palm. I had no idea what she was doing, but it felt vaguely relaxing.
Then she suddenly sucked in a quick breath.
"Luna Cassidy?" I asked worriedly, "What’s the matter?"
"Your fate line diverges into two separate segments, before coming back together. How interesting," Luna Cassidy seemed to be muttering more to herself than actually addressing me. "Your love line is also split in a similar fashion, yet there are tiny segmented breaks. Your lifeline is remarkably strong though." ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Alright," I nodded.
Luna Cassidy might as well be speaking in another language altogether.
I squinted at my palms, trying to see what fascinated her, but all I could see were a bunch of squiggly lines on my palm that made no sense whatsoever. I chanced a quick look at Milo, who narrowed his eyes at me.
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"My dear, what is your name? I can’t believe we have not been introduced."
"I’m Harper, Luna Cassidy," I said politely. "I’m Blaise’s fated mate."
She grabbed my hand tight enough to hurt. I was surprised by the vehemence in her voice as she growled at me, "That’s not all you are, isn’t it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, panicked. I tried to pull my hand away, but Milo’s mother had a steel grip. "Luna Cassidy, can you let me go?"
She did hard physical labor for a living. When paired with a werewolf’s physical strength, it was an inescapable prison, better than any metal handcuffs. The only way I would be able to remove my hand from her hold would be if I removed my hand altogether from my body, or if she agreed to release me.
"You have another fated mate," Luna Cassidy declared fervently, a manic gleam in her eyes.
