Leila POV:
Okay, this is a lot to handle.
I ca here, prepared for the stares, the judgnt, the whispers from the council about a wolf being mated to their beloved crown prince. I expected to face the coldness and resentnt, maybe even so backlash for my very existence in their world. But I wasn’t prepared for this—this kind of bombshell. That what I had believed for my entire life was a lie.
The notion that I could be the daughter of Alexander Black—the vampire who had once defied everything for love—was enough to make my head spin. And then my supposedly father-in-law, Chase’s father, calmly told that vampires and wolves could actually sire offspring together and I am that product. What does that even an? Is it possible? How does sothing like that even work?
Does that make so kind of half-vampire?
The questions were swirling around like a hurricane. How could I not know about this other side of ? I had never felt any different from other wolves—never craved blood, never felt any strange urges that would tie to the vampire side of my heritage. And what about Ash? If my bloodline is connected to the Black family, does that an he’s sohow part vampire, too? Could the imprinting have triggered sothing, a deeper connection that we hadn’t even realized? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
I tried to steady my breath, but the uncertainty kept bubbling up. I didn’t feel different. I didn’t feel like a vampire. My heart still beats, my body still burns with the sa heat it always has. If I’m supposed to have so vampire side, then why didn’t I ever experience any of those things? No thirst for blood, no strange cravings, no change in my body temperature. It had never crossed my mind to question it before, but now, everything felt off.
This has to be so sick joke, right? Chase’s father must be delirious from illness, confusing with soone else, telling stories of old families that don’t even matter anymore.
But deep down, I could sense sothing inside —sothing that resonated with the words chase father spoke. Could it be true? Could I really be the daughter of a vampire, the heir of a family that had long been banished? It wasn’t just the facts that confused , it was the implications. If everything he said was true, then that ant sothing else entirely.
My wolf father’s hatred for ... was it because of who my real father was? Was it never about my gender, like I had always assud? Was that why he turned his back on —because I was the daughter of a vampire, the child of a family that had been cast out of the suernatural world?
I felt the sudden weight of it all.
"Why didn’t you tell ?" I whispered, mostly to myself. I could feel my emotions pulling in different directions. Anger, frustration, confusion. Why hadn’t anyone said anything? Why didn’t my own mother tell the truth about my bloodline?
As the seconds stretched on, I realized I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this. Was I angry? Was I betrayed? Or was I just... lost? I couldn’t even tell where I fit into all of this. Everything I thought I knew about myself, about my past, about my family, was being turned upside down.
The man I was bonded to -Chase—had just exposed to a part of a world I didn’t fully understand. The very foundation of what I knew about myself and my own history was crumbling in front of . Could I even handle it? Could I fit into their world, live up to the expectations they might have for ?
I looked at him then, standing by my side, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. He had always made feel safe, like I could trust him with anything. But now? I wasn’t sure anymore. This was bigger than . Bigger than what we had. What if I wasn’t the right person for him after all?
"Leila?" His voice broke through my tangled thoughts. I blinked, realizing that I had been silent for far too long.
"Chase..." My voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from the rush of emotions, a combination of confusion and sorrow. "I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel. This... all of this... it’s too much. I don’t even understand what I am anymore."
He stepped closer, his gaze steady and comforting. "You’re still you. You’re my mate. You’re Ash’s mother. That’s all that matters." His words were ant to soothe, but I wasn’t sure if they helped.
I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "But if I’m—if I’m the daughter of a vampire, then that ans..." My words trailed off, and I looked down at my hands, which suddenly felt too heavy to hold. "What does that an for Ash? For us?"
Chase reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. "It ans nothing has changed, Leila. You’re still my mate. You’re still Ash’s mother. This just... uncomplicates things. But we’ll figure it out. Together."
I looked up at him then, and for a mont, everything else faded into the background. His face was so full of determination, of unwavering love. I wanted to believe him. But could I? Could I really walk into this new life, knowing that I might be sothing other than I thought?
I wasn’t sure. But for him, and for Ash, I would try. I owed them that much.
"Together," I whispered back. And though I wasn’t sure of everything, the simple fact that we were facing this side by side gave a small, fragile glimr of hope.
Maybe that was all I needed to begin with.
.....
Heck, this was a lot to deal with.
All the questions swirling in my mind, everything crashing down at once, it felt like I was being pulled back into a past I had tried so hard to run from. All these revelations about my bloodline, my true heritage, were dragging into mories I didn’t want to revisit. And the worst part? The revenge I had put on hold—the justice I had told myself I would one day fulfill—was now staring in the face, demanding that I face the consequences of all the years spent burying that anger deep inside .
My heart felt heavy as I looked at Chase, standing beside , trying to comfort , but the truth was, I was drowning. This new world that had been thrown in my lap wasn’t just about my relationship with him or even with Ash. This was about everything I thought I had left behind—the anger, the resentnt, the hatred that had pushed into hiding in the first place.
I had spent my whole life trying to forget the truth of who I was, who my family was, and what they had done to . I had convinced myself that the only way forward was to move on, to live in the present, to love Ash and currently build a life with Chase. But now, with this truth about my bloodline, I couldn’t escape the past anymore. It was right in front of , reminding of the power that had been stripped from , of the decisions my parents had made to keep hidden and ashad.
And then, there was the revenge. The thirst for it, the need to confront the people who had wronged .
How could I stand here, surrounded by new people, new truths, when the ones who had hurt , the ones who had taken so much from , were still out there? They had left to feel abandoned, as though I was unworthy of the love I had fought so hard to find. They had kept in the dark, feeding lies, making question myself. And now they had made sure that my vengeance—my closure—would be impossible to reach.
My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, the frustration bubbling up. "I thought I was free from this," I muttered, mostly to myself. "I thought I could escape the past, escape the anger, but now it’s all back. The mories, the lies, the unfinished business that I swore I would one day settle." I let out a shaky breath. "I can’t just let it go."
Could I really let the past go? Could I walk away from the revenge I had been planning for so long? Could I give up on the need to make them pay for what they had done?
The truth was, I didn’t know. But maybe... just maybe, I could try. Try to focus on building a future with Chase and Ash. Try to let go of the anger that had been consuming for so long. But it would take ti. It wouldn’t be easy. I wasn’t sure if I could fully forgive, or forget, what had happened. But I owed it to myself to try.
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