Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 221: Unbelievable Truth

Chapter 221: Unbelievable Truth

Mai’s P.O.V.

The room was pure chaos—a storm of confusion and panic. No one knew how they had ended up here, and the sheer disbelief hung thick in the air. My parents didn’t even notice me at first. Their gazes were locked onto the luminous woman who had pulled them all into this place as if by some divine force.

My arms instinctively tightened around Liam, his fragile frame trembling against me as I stared at the woman glowing like stardust. There was something otherworldly about her—an unshakable presence that demanded attention, that commanded reverence without a single word.

And my parents... my parents responded in kind.

The moment their eyes landed on her, their expressions froze. My father—Alpha Lucian Blackwood, the man whose very name sent people to their knees—dropped down first, sinking to the floor without hesitation. He bowed lower than I had ever seen anyone bow, as if he were kneeling before a force far greater than himself. My mother, the graceful Luna Teresa, followed, lowering herself so deeply that her long, curly hair nearly brushed the ground.

Then, one by one, the others followed suit.

The strange man and woman.

Then Elizabeth.

Except for me.

And Eldur.

And Ollie, who stood stiff and silent, still trying to process the impossible.

And of course, Liam—too weak, too barely-conscious to do anything at all.

I didn’t understand. Why were they bowing? Was this woman really the Moon Goddess? And why—why was my father, the man who looked like he had never submitted to anyone, kneeling like a mere subject before her?

The goddess’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. She lifted her hand, a gesture so effortless yet filled with unspoken power.

"There is no need for this," she said. Her voice was weightless, like the whisper of the wind through the trees. "Stand. Reconnect with your children."

My father’s head instantly snapped up at her words, his sharp, unwavering gaze locking onto me. And in that moment he realized I was in the room with them. Something in his face cracked.

He looked at me as if he had just seen the sun for the first time after years of darkness.

"Mai?"

His voice—usually firm, usually unshakable—broke.

Then he moved.

So did my mother.

Faster than I had ever seen her move before, she rushed forward, throwing herself at me, her arms crushing me against her in a desperate embrace. My father followed, his warmth enveloping me as though he needed to be sure I was real, solid, breathing. My mother’s sobs shook against my shoulder, her grip so tight I swore she thought I might disappear if she let go.

"My baby—oh, my moon, my baby—I thought I had lost you again," she whispered, her voice breaking apart like fragile glass.

I froze.

I wasn’t still used to this—to being held like this, to this kind of warmth. The scent of home clung to them, a reminder of something distant, something I wasn’t sure I belonged to.

But in my arms, Liam still trembled, barely conscious, his head resting weakly against my shoulder.

And then Ollie joined in. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and his voice wavered. "I can’t believe it... You’re okay. You’re actually okay."

I swallowed hard, struggling to steady my voice. "I—I don’t understand what Eldur did to me. I didn’t mean to leave the way I did..."

Before I could say anything more, movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention.

The two strangers who had arrived with my parents had moved toward Eldur. The woman, her long hair falling over her shoulders, didn’t hesitate—she rushed forward and pulled him into a fierce, bone-crushing hug.

Eldur went rigid, his entire body locking up instantly.

He looked like he didn’t like being touched. At all.

"Eldur," the woman whispered, her voice breaking like fragile glass. "My baby boy, what the hell were you thinking?"

The man behind her remained motionless, his sharp purple eyes burning with anger—yet beneath the fury, there was something else. Worry. Disappointment. His gaze locked onto Eldur like a blade poised to strike.

"You disappoint me," he said simply.

Eldur’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched, but he said nothing.

Then, as if drawn by some unseen force, their attention shifted to me.

The man stepped forward, his movements slow, careful. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, his voice surprisingly soft. "You must have been through so much. I’m so sorry."

I stiffened, gripping Liam tighter, my entire body coiled like a spring.

He didn’t stop. "My name is Adrian Daegon," he continued. "I am Eldur’s father. And I am your papa as well."

My stomach plummeted.

The world tilted beneath my feet.

"What?" I whispered, barely able to form the word.

My mother chuckled but nodded, her eyes shining with love—love. A warmth that felt out of place in this moment of chaos. "It’s true."

I turned to my father, waiting—hoping—for him to deny it. For him to laugh and tell me it was a mistake.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he smiled.

And nodded.

"Mai," he said gently. "There’s so much you don’t remember."

I shook my head, my mind spinning, drowning in questions with no answers. Nothing about this moment made sense.

Then the woman beside Adrian stepped forward. She was elegant, poised, her presence softer than his but no less intense.

"I am Juliette Malcolm," she said, her voice as gentle as falling snow. "Adrian’s mate. Your aunt. And Eldur’s mother."

The words felt like a hammer to the chest.

Eldur’s mother.

Which meant Eldur was really... connected to my family.

No.

No.

Then why? Why had he done all of this? Why had he hurt me? Hurt Liam?

She reached out, hesitant, as if afraid I might flinch away. Her fingers barely brushed my shoulder. "We are so sorry, sweetheart. We are sorry for everything."

Her eyes flickered to Liam. The sorrow in them deepened. "For what our son has done."

A sharp, bitter laugh cut through the moment.

"You think I did something wrong?" Eldur’s voice was laced with venom.

The tension in the room coiled tighter.

"You all stand here," he spat, "pretending like I’m some villain, while Mai loses her mind over a man who doesn’t even belong to her." His silver eyes blazed with something dangerous, something raw. "I am her mate, I have told you all countless times but none of you believe me!"

The word sent ice through my veins.

Mate.

He had been saying that since the moment he took me. Over and over. Mate. Mate. Mate.

What did that word even mean?

Silence fell over the room, heavy as a storm about to break.

Eldur’s fists clenched at his sides. "You all watched as she ignored the bond—the pull—and wasted herself on him." His gaze snapped to Liam, who barely had the strength to lift his head.

A growl built in my throat, low and warning.

"If you don’t shut up," I whispered, my voice laced with fury, "I will rip you apart. Limb. By. Limb."

Eldur bared his teeth. "I was once your everything. I kept you safe, and yet you run to him like a mindless fool."

"You tried to kill him!" I roared.

His eyes flashed. "He deserved it!"

The room trembled.

The walls shuddered.

The air itself crackled, charged with something beyond rage—something primal.

Voices rang out, desperate. My mother. My father. My brother.

Calling my name.

Begging me to stop.

But I didn’t care.

Eldur had to pay.

I lunged—

And then, the goddess spoke.

Her voice was smooth, soft—yet it passed through the chaos like a blade of light.

"That is enough."

Instantly, the trembling ceased.

The walls stilled. The air settled. The energy crackling around me dissipated in an instant.

My body locked in place, bound by an unseen force that wrapped around me like unyielding chains. My breath came in ragged gasps, my fists still clenched so tightly that my claws bit into my palms.

She stepped toward me.

Her presence was overwhelming—not heavy, not suffocating, but vast. Like standing at the edge of an endless sky.

With the lightest touch, she pressed her fingertips against my forehead.

And then, memories crashed into me.

I remembered.

I remembered everything.

The night I left the pack, frantic, desperate, searching for Liam—because Eldur had made him disappear.

Finding Liam—only to realize he didn’t recognize me.

Because his memories had been erased.

The pain, sharp and suffocating, of knowing he was right there but lost to me.

And so—I stabbed myself.

I made it look like I had been attacked just to get close to him.

And when my parents arrived, I used my own magic—my own magic—to erase my memories.

Because I couldn’t handle it.

I couldn’t bear the agony of knowing Liam would be separated from me if we were taken back to the pack.

A shuddering breath escaped me.

I stumbled back, clutching my head, my entire world unraveling. This was all Eldur’s fault.

The goddess’s voice was gentle, but it pierced straight through my spiraling thoughts.

"Do not be quick to hate Eldur, child. He, too, suffers as you do."

My hands trembled. My lungs felt too tight, my heartbeat too loud.

Then—she spoke the words that shattered me completely.

"It is true," she murmured. "Eldur is your mate."

Gasps rippled through the room.

But I couldn’t hear them.

I could only hear the thundering echo of my own heartbeat.

I turned.

Liam—

Liam was looking at me.

And the pain in his eyes—

Gods.

It was as if someone had plunged a blade straight through his heart.

And worse—

It felt like someone had just done the same to me.

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