Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 315: The woman with the blue eyes_Part 1

The morning sky brightened as the sun rose to the horizon, birds flying over the city alongside airplanes landing in Silver for the funeral of a Kade, and while all of this was going on, the couple were still cocooned in their own little world.

Camila had cried until there were no tears left in her eyes, and now she sat staring blankly at her son’s coffin. She had never once imagined she would be burying him like this someday. Javier had been stubborn, headstrong, defiant even toward her, but she had loved him because he was her son. He had died trying to do something right for Silver, and nobody would give him justice because they were all too afraid of that heartless Alpha.

She ran her hand slowly over the glass of the coffin, beneath which her son had been dressed in silver to honor their pack even in death. Silver Pack could burn to the ground for all she cared now, her son was no longer in it and her chances to make him rule had gone down the drain. She traced her fingers against his face through the glass and a single tear rolled down her cheek and fell against it.

"Ma..."

Camila spun around toward the voice and found her other son standing there with a cup of tea on a tray in hand, watching her with a look of worry on his face, as though he genuinely cared. That only made her throat tighten further with emotion because it wasn’t his face she wished to see calling her mother, but the one lying in the coffin, the son who had always been the closest to her.

She had given birth to both boys, but since childhood, her second son had never liked being around her the way Javier had. Not that she would have wanted him to stick around her to begin with. Nick had always looked up to his father like the man was an idol, gravitating toward him rather than her.

Nick had distanced himself from her so completely that she had eventually stopped trying to reach him and poured all of her attention onto the son who had genuinely wanted her and had wanted what she desired for him.

Nick had grown even more distant after his father died, and he had never once stayed around her, until now, standing here looking after her in the wake of his brother’s death, as if that would change the way she had always viewed him.

Camila wiped her cheeks and looked at him.

"You haven’t eaten since yesterday, Mamita," Nick said quietly. "You should have something before you end up sick." He held the tray of tea and snacks out toward her and she looked at it, then at him.

Camila reached out and took Nick’s hand instead of the tray, guiding him to sit down beside her. "Have you eaten?" She asked.

Nick shook his head, but his gray eyes shimmered with a quiet joy at being asked such a question, at the fact that she cared enough to ask. "I am not hungry." He said. "I will find something to eat later."

Camila let out a sigh, reached for one of the snacks, then turned and brought it to his mouth. "You should eat. You have been running around since last night too. Open up."

Nick’s heart skipped a beat and he opened his mouth and accepted the food she placed there. His mother had never fed him with her own hands. Not once in his entire life. He had grown up watching from the corners of rooms as she fussed over Javier, making him feel invisible and unseen, as though he took up no space worth noticing. Not once had she ever brought anything to his mouth with her own hands, only her shoe, to hit him when he had made mistakes as a small boy.

He ate the food as though it were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life, his eyes stinging with the effort of holding himself together and not tear up.

"You should eat too." Nick said, picking up a snack and wanting to feed her in return, but Camila shook her head.

"I will eat later. But I need to talk to you, son." She said calmly, and she watched his attention sharpen immediately, his head nodding eagerly, his whole expression open and willing, like he would do anything she asked without hesitation. His face reminded her so painfully of his father, and she hated it, because his father had been a coward who gave up his seat and put them all in this position to begin with.

If only he had fought the late Alpha and killed him for the seat, her son wouldn’t have ended up this way. How I hate you so much, Eric, she thought, silently cursing her dead husband and the son who took after him.

Nick would have been born a twin, but his other half had died in her womb, starved of the nourishment needed to survive, as Nick had reportedly taken it all for himself. She had always wondered, if that other child had lived, whether he would have been more like her Javier and less like this boy who was the very image of his useless father.

"I want you to do something for me. Will you do it?" She asked, feeding him another snack.

Chewing slowly, Nick nodded again. He would do anything, give her anything, as long as she kept treating him with even a fraction of the closeness she had once given his brother. As long as she didn’t call him a loser and a mistake. "What do you want, Ma?"

Camila’s gold eyes rose to meet his gray ones. "I want you to avenge your brother for me." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched the eagerness in his expression begin to falter and then fall away entirely, and she could see that he hadn’t expected those words at all.

"You want me to... kill my cousin?" He asked, the disappointment settling heavily into his chest all over again.

Camila nodded. "Yes. He took your brother’s life and he doesn’t deserve to keep his own." She said from between her teeth. "He killed my beloved son."

I am your son too, mom. Nick thought bitterly.

"How certain are you that he killed Javier?" Nick asked, looking at her with disappointed eyes and the quiet, half-hidden pain of a child who had spent his whole life wanting to be seen. "He hadn’t put a sliver to his heart to take his life."

"He threw him into that pool. He killed my son. Will you do it for me?" She grabbed his shoulders, her eyes searching his desperately.

Nick’s throat bobbed with emotion and he felt the familiar sting behind his eyes, realizing with a hollow, sinking feeling that even Javier’s death had not been enough to make her truly see him. "I am sorry, Mom. If I were ever to take a life, it would never be to avenge Javier. He is gone now, and there is—"

Camila slapped him.

"Get out of my sight! From today onward, if you won’t do as I have told you, you are no longer my son. I disown you. Get out!" She screamed, her voice carrying across the hall and drawing the eyes of every guest toward her and the son she was casting away with her words.

Nick’s head snapped to the side from the force of her slap. The blow barely stung compared to the pain of her cold words. The hurt he felt wasn’t on his face but deep within his heart. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks, yet his lips pulled into a slow, bitter smile.

With what little dignity he had left, he rose from the bench and wiped his face, then looked at his mother, who was glaring back at him with nothing but cold fury, and said quietly, "I hope the day doesn’t come when you regret this. Because I will not give you a third chance."

With that, he turned and walked away from her, swiping at the tears before they could fall past his eyes. He walked out of the hall where the guests had gathered, their murmuring fading away to nothing behind him as he moved further down the silent corridor.