Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 35: Accusations

Chapter 35: Accusations

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The cool morning air seemed to cling to my skin, a fleeting comfort that vanished the moment I stepped into the boutique. Inside, the soft glow of early light filtered through the large glass windows, drawing gentle shadows across neatly hung racks of clothes and displays. The city outside was only beginning to stir, the usual bustle still a whisper beneath the calm, but even that subdued noise felt jarring to my tired mind. I could feel the weight of my exhaustion pressing down on me, a fog that had settled over me from too many sleepless nights and endless shifts. My stomach twisted in knots, threatening to escape from my throat like bile but I forced myself to ignore it, telling myself it was just the stress I’d grown so accustomed to. For the past month, stress was a constant companion, something I could usually push past—but today, it felt different, heavier, like an unseen hand pressing against me from within.

Breakfast had been an apple, hastily bitten through on my way here, more out of obligation than appetite. Even that small act felt like a chore, a sad attempt to fuel a body that had long since passed the point of running on empty but somehow I was gaining more weight. My clothes clung uncomfortably, tighter than usual, and my skin tingled with a strange discomfort, as if trying to warn me of something I couldn’t quite place. Yet, I forced myself forward, a silent chant playing in my mind: keep going. I had to. This job wasn’t just about me. Luke was out there, carrying a burden I couldn’t take from him, a debt to Lucian loomed over us both like a shadow. He never asked me to help repay, never even hinted at it, but I knew he needed every bit he could get. Somehow, deep down, I felt tied to his struggle, responsible for it. I couldn’t just leave him to face it alone.

As the morning wore on, the weight of my fatigue only grew heavier. It was no longer a gentle nudge but a persistent tug-of-war, pulling me down with every passing hour. My vision blurred at the edges, and there were moments when my eyes slipped shut without warning, only to jerk open in panic. I tried to focus, to shake myself awake, but my body had reached its limit. It must have been painfully obvious because, before I knew it, Mr. White, my manager, was beside me. He’d seen me falter, caught me at my lowest moment, and I braced myself for the reprimand that would surely come.

But Mr. White surprised me. Instead of scolding, he spoke with that gentle, understanding tone he always used, his eyes kind. "Teresa," he said softly, "why don’t you step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air. You’ve been working incredibly hard these past weeks. Take a breather." His words were a balm, a rare bit of warmth that cut through the fog of my exhaustion. I managed a grateful nod, his kindness a small spark that reminded me of why I kept coming back, day after day.

I slipped out the back door, letting the chill seep into my skin, hoping it would chase away the queasiness that still twisted my insides. The cool air felt like a relief, a reminder of calm in the midst of everything weighing me down, but the uneasy feeling wouldn’t let go. I took a few deep breaths, tried to steady myself, tried to think only of the quiet, of the way the world seemed to slow down for just a moment.

But when I returned inside, any peace I’d managed to gather shattered the moment I saw her. My stepmother, Vanessa. She stood in the center of the boutique, browsing racks with her usual poise, her figure draped in a way that spoke of her effortless elegance. I froze, my pulse quickening as a silent hope bubbled up that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t see me. But, of course, her gaze was like a hawk’s, and the second our eyes met, I could see the sharpness of her recognition. Her lips curled slightly, a smile or perhaps something colder, and her eyes held that familiar, piercing look—one that made me feel small, caught, as if I were an intruder in her world.

"Excuse me, girl. I need assistance over here." Her voice sliced through the air, syrupy and sharp, dripping with a feigned politeness that only intensified the bite in my stomach. I could feel the disdain in every syllable, her words laced with a venom only I could hear. I froze, blinking in uncertainty, unsure of whether to acknowledge her or pretend I hadn’t heard. But it was pointless—Vanessa’s eyes were already locked on mine, gleaming with a dark, silent challenge. She kept up her act, pretending not to recognize me, her lips curling in a smile that held more threat than warmth. With a slight sigh, I stepped forward, feeling the weight of that unspoken tension pressing down on me, tightening the air between us.

As I approached, she extended her handbag toward me, her delicate fingers adorned with glittering rings that caught the light, making a small show of her wealth. I took the bag reluctantly, watching as she began to sift through the accessories with an air of haughty detachment. Every move she made felt rehearsed, calculated, as if each glance, each gesture, was designed to remind me of my place. She turned, shooting me a look over her shoulder, her lips curving into a mocking smile.

"Seems you’re exactly where you belong, Teresa," she murmured, her voice low enough that only I could hear. "Isn’t this fitting?" The words dripped with scorn, sliding under my skin like ice.

My throat tightened, but I held my tongue, hoping that my silence would be enough to satisfy her. I wanted nothing more than to disappear, to fade into the background and let this moment pass. But Vanessa had other plans. She began to speak louder, her voice ringing out with a hint of drama that twisted my stomach in knots.

"Actually," she announced, casting a glance around to ensure she had a captive audience, "I’m starting to feel uncomfortable." She paused for effect, drawing curious glances from nearby shoppers who looked up, sensing the shift in tone. Vanessa let her words hang, her gaze sweeping the room, building the tension as if she were savoring every second. "I had quite a bit of cash in here," she continued, lifting her handbag, "and now it’s gone."

A chill shot down my spine. Her eyes narrowed as she pretended to study my name tag, as if she didn’t already know it by heart. "Teresa, is it? Tell me, did you take my money?"

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat loud and jarring, drowning out the ambient noise of the boutique. I felt the color rise in my cheeks, the blood rushing to my face as I met her gaze. "No, I didn’t," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "I never touched your money." Then I whispered enough for her to hear, "You know I didn’t take your money. Why are you doing this?"

"Really?" she drawled, her tone steeped in feigned innocence, loud enough for everyone around us to hear. She raised an eyebrow, her expression one of mock surprise. "Funny, because it went missing the moment I handed you my bag."

Her words carried through the store like wildfire, sparking murmurs among the shoppers, who began to turn their attention toward us. Curious eyes landed on me, and I felt the weight of their stares—some intrigued, others judgmental, all feeding off the spectacle Vanessa had created. The glint of phones held up to record the scene added to the growing pit in my stomach, a reminder that this humiliation would live beyond this moment.

A familiar face appeared beside me—Anna, one of my coworkers. She leaned in close, her voice a hurried whisper, her gaze darting nervously between me and Vanessa. "Just apologize," she urged, her voice tense. "Tell her you’ll help her look for it, even if she’s wrong. It’ll be over faster."

I swallowed hard, fighting back the bitterness that rose in my throat. Apologize? To her? The very woman who had spent years tearing me down, who seemed to take pleasure in every pain I felt, every condescending word? My pride rebelled, but I knew I didn’t have the luxury of standing my ground. The stares, the whispers—they were closing in on me, each one chipping away at the fragile composure I clung to.

My mouth felt dry as I forced myself to face Vanessa, the words like sandpaper against my throat. "I’m... I’m sorry," I whispered, barely able to meet her gaze. "If the money is gone, I’ll help you look for it."

Her eyes lit up, a spark of satisfaction flaring as she sensed her victory. But it wasn’t enough. Her voice grew colder, slicing through the air with a precision that cut deeper than any insult. "That’s not good enough, Teresa. You’re going to pay for the clothes I picked out, or return the money you stole."

"I didn’t steal anything," I managed, my voice cracking under the strain. I could feel the heat of humiliation rising, spreading through me like fire. "And... and I don’t have any money to pay for it."

Vanessa’s expression shifted, her eyes widening in mock surprise before a cruel laugh escaped her lips. She tossed her hair back, her laughter echoing through the boutique, drawing even more attention. "Oh, so you’re a thief and you’re broke too?" she taunted, each word dripping with disdain. "Working in a shop all day, yet you have nothing to show for it? Pathetic."

The sting of her words was like a slap, each syllable hitting me harder than the last. I could feel my hands trembling, my fists clenching as I tried to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatened to spill over. The shoppers’ eyes bore into me, some with open disgust, others watching with morbid fascination, but none stepping forward to help, to intervene. I was alone, trapped under the weight of her accusations, struggling to maintain my composure as the humiliation twisted tighter around my throat, squeezing the air from my lungs.

The pressure grew unbearable, each breath harder to draw. My vision blurred, the edges softening as the dizziness washed over me, thick and relentless. Vanessa’s voice became distant, her words blending into the hum of the crowd, the murmurs and gasps around me fading into a dull roar. I could feel myself slipping, the world growing dim, the faces around me swimming together in a blur of judgment and disdain.

Then, everything went dark.

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