The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Thirty-Five – At the Orphanage.

Cole came down from the driver’s seat and opened the door for the Alpha and rushed the other way to open for the Luna.

“Mom, do we have to be here?” Alpha Luciana moaned. She had an interview with a big shark in two hours, she needed to be on the road.

“Lucy honey, it won’t take long. The woman had called you too. She’s dying so just honor it.” Mrs. Squeal pleaded with her eyes. She went towards the orphanage.

Luciana turned to Cole. “I won’t stay long. You stay in the car. Both of us shouldn’t be tied in this sick orphanage.”

Cole nodded and got back into the car. Luciana exhaled and followed her mother inside.

The place was dim and dark, not suitable for a place where children where growing up and where expected to bring light to other homes.

A young woman bowed to them before they got to the children hall. “Good day, please, Mrs. Lin’s room is this way.”

They were then led to a dark hallway. It was dark and the mother and daughter could barely see the other. Luciana heard a door knob bend, and a room opened, sending light to the hallway.

There was a cough. “Come in. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” A small woman, laid on a bed, said.

Luciana rolled her eyes. The place reeked of dying human cells and old people stench. She wrinkled her nose. “So, is there a problem?”

Her mother led her to a chair and even if she didn’t want to relax, she sat on the chair, breathing in and out. She needed to leave soon.

“You’ve grown a lot, after all these years.” The woman smiled. It didn’t sound like a compliment to Luciana, just another reminder she was aging.

“How’s Nathan doing?” the woman’s face became serious. The woman who ushered them in, left the room immediately the question was asked.

“Still being naughty. Handling the company well. Being a playboy.” Luciana listed, proudly.

The woman shook her head. “Those feel like a sin to me.”

“Well, I’m sorry ‘holier than thou’ but he’s happy, that’s all you should care.” Luciana retorted. Her mother hit her hand and she frowned.

“Forgive my daughter, Lin, but why did you call? Since we adopted Nathan, you never called and you did now suddenly, as you’re sick?”

“Yes, I couldn’t leave this world without telling you this. I won’t be at peace. I made lots of mistakes in my life, this shouldn’t be one of them.” The woman looked down.

Luciana sprang from her seat. “Yes, they are mistakes you made. Your orphanage feels like a graveyard, your kids aren’t happy. The rate of bullying is alarming. Nathan’s scar is proof. When you die, the new owner should do better.”

Mrs. Squeal sighed. Her daughter should calm down. It wasn’t a fight. If the woman was repenting of things, then she should.

“Nathan was never bullied at my orphanage. As a matter of fact only few children here knew he existed. That scar wasn’t from bullies.”

Luciana slouched down on her seat. So there were really doing this? Having a near dead woman tell them her brother had been a loner because she didn’t do her job well?

“It’s no wonder he was adopted by a werewolf family. He was a special child but not what this universe was ready for.” She looked at Luciana.

“I would know. I am of Asian heritage and we know a lot about were creatures.” she nodded at her words.

Mrs. Squeal narrowed her eyes at her. “We love our son. If you think he doesn’t deserve to live with us cos we are werewolves then you’re wrong, he fits fine with us.”

Luciana frowned. She hadn’t understand what the old lady was speaking about? Was she in anyway saying they didn’t worth Nathan?NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Look, lady. I can make your death faster if you want. Stop stalling me.” she gritted her teeth.

“Mrs. Squeal, you know very well that’s not what I meant. By any chance did you know?” The old lady peered into Mrs. Squeal eyes.

The Luna’s eyes flashed orange, she smirked. “I know you gave my son that scar on the neck but I don’t care why, you shouldn’t hurt a child.”

Luciana’s eyes widened. “You? You gave him the scar?” Her eyes flickered red.

Mrs. Squeal held her daughter’s hands as her claws flew out. “Luciana, don’t react. Leave us. This is a waste of your time.”

The old lady began breathing sharply. She held her blanket over her chest. “I speak the truth.”

“I got no time for it then.” Luciana sprang up and left the room. The door at the end of the hallway banged to show she was out.

“You know don’t you? That Nathan is no ordinary child.” The old lady quivered.

The Luna gazed at her with orange fiery eyes. “Yes, I knew. What kind of mother would I be not to know?”

“And you adopted him? He’s a curse. According to the mythology, he’d bring lot’s of pain to our world.”

The Luna chuckled. “So you nearly killed a seven year old boy because of some dumb mythology? Werefoxes were respected like werewolves before that one revolted.”

“And that one is the father of Nathan! Nathan is the descendant of that Werefox! How could you betray your people!”

The Luna grabbed the woman’s neck before she spat out another word. She raised the woman from her bed, holding her neck.

“I didn’t betray my people. The boy was innocent. He didn’t deserve to die. He was a child.” She tightened her grip on her neck.

“A werefox was once tricked all Werewolves into drinking a drug that’d make them Lycan wolves but it was poison. They aren’t to be trusted.” The woman struggled to say.

“That werefox is a mythology. This werefox is my son.”

The Luna strangled the life out of the woman and dropped her body back on her bed, covering the blanket over it.

About twenty minutes later. She came out to meet Luciana, her eyes were teary.

“What is it, mom?” Luciana ran to her.

“The old lady is dead. It turns out she was apologizing for all she did to Nathan. She couldn’t face him so she called us.” She sniffed.

Luciana exhaled. “That’s better. Come on, let’s take you home.”

Her mother shook her head. “You go. I’d stroll a bit. I need the exercise.” She smiled.

Luciana shrugged. She and Cole got into the car and drove off. The Luna wiped off her face and began walking the opposite direction.

When her daughter’s car was out of sight. She speed ran. She slowed at a graveyard and kicked the gate open. It was their pack’s graveyard.

“We meet again, Eddie!” She growled as she walked in. She walked to a stone with two swords crossed above it, and knelt down.

Her claws grew from it’s place. “Nice try but you’re dead and there’s nothing you can do to be with your mate again. Stop hunting Werefoxes.”

Her eyes flamed with rage. “You dared a werefox and got killed. It has nothing to do with my son. He’s a source of happiness to your mate now so deal with it.”

She raised her claws and scratched at the grave stone. “Let my son be!”