39: Disgusting Biological Father
Chapter 39: Disgusting Biological Father
(Olivia’s POV)
The words that followed made my blood freeze in my veins.
“That warehouse fire should have killed her,” Silvanus’s voice dripped with venom through the audio feed. “Instead, she crawled out and became the Luna of the most powerful pack in the Northern Territory.”
My hands trembled on the steering wheel as his cruel words continued to flow. “It’s all her fault. She exposed my affair with Ophelia to her mother.”
His voice grew more bitter with each word. “That b***h Lyra threw us out of the Crimson Pack because of her precious
daughter’s tattling.”
The hatred in his voice was palpable as he spoke about years of living as rogues. “We suffered in the wilderness while
she lived in luxury.”
“She only had eyes for her mother. Never once acknowledged me as her father.”
His voice turned cold and calculating. “Well, now she’ll pay for everything she’s done to us.”
The laughter that followed chilled me to the bone. “Eight million wasn’t enough last time. This time, I’ll make sure she loses everything.”
“Her mate, her position, her precious pup. Everything will be Clara’s.”
I couldn’t listen anymore. The bone–chilling coldness that filled my heart was unbearable.
The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. This man had orchestrated my k********g as a child.
Without hesitation, I burst through the private dining room door. The heavy wood slammed against the wall with a thunderous crash.
The three conspirators looked up in shock as I stormed toward them. Glass clattered to the floor as they jumped in their seats.
“What the hell-” Silvanus started to say.
My hand connected with his face in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot.
The impact sent him reeling backward. His chair scraped against the marble floor as he struggled to maintain balance. Before he could recover, I slapped him again. This time harder, with all the rage of years of betrayal behind it.
Stars danced in his eyes as he stumbled. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“Help! Someone’s attacking me!” Silvanus shouted desperately, his voice cracking with panic.
“Security! Call security!” he continued to scream, pressing his hand to his bleeding lip.
Ophelia rushed to his side, her expensive silk dress rustling as she moved. “Silvanus! Are you hurt badly?”
Her hands fluttered over him frantically. “Who is this crazy woman?”
Clara’s mouth fell open,her wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.
“Call pack security!” Clara screamed, finding her voice. “Teach this crazy woman a lesson!”
Chapter 39 Disgusting Biological Father
Her face was flushed with indignation. “How dare you attack my parents!”
But as her eyes focused on my face, her expression changed drastically. The color drained from her cheeks. “No… it can’t
be…”
I stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap across Clara’s cheek. The c***k of palm against skin filled the room.
She stumbled backward, holding her reddening face. “You… you’re…”
“Who gave you permission to dine here?” I demanded.
“Who gave you the right to impersonate me?”
Clara’s hand trembled against her cheek. Tears of pain and shock filled her eyes.
Silvanus straightened up, his voice threatening despite his bleeding lip. “Do you know who my daughter is?”
His chest puffed out with false bravado. “You dare attack the future Luna of the Crimson Pack?”
I looked at him with cold disdain. “Your daughter? You mean that mistress who can’t show her face in public?”
“She’s nothing more than a kept woman hiding in the shadows.”
“A w***e who spreads her legs for a mated Alpha.”
Silvanus’s face contorted with rage. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.
But he still didn’t recognize me. His eyes were clouded with fury and confusion.
“How dare you speak about Clara that way!” he snarled. “She’s going to be the most powerful Luna in the territory!”
Ophelia leaned close to his ear and whispered urgently, “Silvanus, look at her carefully.”
Her voice was barely audible. “It’s Olivia.”
His gaze snapped to my arm, where a faint scar from a childhood burn was visible. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt.
His entire body went rigid. The blood drained from his face as recognition dawned.
Suddenly, his entire demeanor changed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he put on an act of fatherly affection.
“Olivia! My precious daughter!” he cried dramatically, reaching toward me with trembling hands.
“I’ve missed you so terribly all these years!” His voice cracked with manufactured emotion.
“Father has thought about you every single day! Every single night!”
He pressed his hand to his heart theatrically. “The pain of separation has been unbearable!”
I stared at him with icy contempt. The false tears on his cheeks disgusted me.
“Earlier, you claimed your daughter was the Luna of the Crimson Pack.”
My voice cut through his performance like a blade. “Which daughter were you referring to?”
The three conspirators fell silent.
Clara’s face went white as she stammered, “I… I never said I was… Sister.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I cut her off sharply. “I am not your sister, Clara. My mother only had one daughter.”
“And that daughter is standing right here.”
The dining room door opened as Manager Corbin arrived with hotel security.
Two large guards flanked him, their hands resting on their weapons. Their eyes swept the room, taking in the broken glass and the tension.
I turned to him with authority. “Manager Corbin, how did you allow someone impersonating my identity into your
establishment?”
His eyes widened. “Luna Blackwood, I sincerely apologize for this serious oversight.”
“This is a grave security breach that should never have occurred.”
“The real Luna of the Crimson Pack is standing right here,” I declared firmly.“And I demand an explanation for this insult.”
Clara’s face crumpled as she tried to protest.
“Silence,” I commanded. I looked directly at Manager Corbin. “Throw all three of them out immediately.”
“Blacklist them from all Crimson Pack properties forever. Every hotel, every restaurant, every business.”
The manager nodded respectfully. “Of course, Luna. It will be done within the hour.”
“I’ll personally ensure the blacklist is distributed to all our affiliates.”
Clara’s eyes filled with panic. She fell to her knees on the marble floor.
“No, please! This is all a misunderstanding!” she begged, clutching at the hem of my dress.
“The Crimson Pack controls fifty percent of the Northern Territory’s businesses,” I continued coldly, ignoring her pleas.
“We have close ties with thirty percent of the remaining enterprises.”
The full implication of my words sank in. They would be completely banished from the territory’s commercial scene.
Ophelia’s defiance flared up despite the hopeless situation. “This is ridiculous! Clara is the real Luna!”
“She’s carrying Theodore’s pup! She has more right to the title than you do!”
Her voice grew shrill with desperation. “You’re just a barren woman clinging to a loveless marriage!”
But Silvanus stepped forward boldly, his arrogance returning despite his bleeding face.
“We are Alpha Theodore’s invited guests!” he declared loudly.
His voice grew louder and more challenging. “Clara will soon replace you as the new Luna of the Crimson Pack!”
He spread his arms wide, his expression mocking. “Theodore himself arranged this dinner!”
“Let me see who dares to throw us out!”
