Chapter 601: The Truth About The Past

"Y-yes, I was there." Denise stammered, realizing why they must have called her tonight. She had avoided being questioned about the birth because of the Alpha’s warning, but now these two important figures had summoned her, and she wouldn’t dare refuse to answer.

Beth’s eyes brightened at the omega’s words, and she asked, "Then you know what the Luna gave birth to?"

"Yes, ma’am."

"We would like to prepare a gift for her, which is why we called you," Becky said. "We don’t know their gender, or if they are dead or alive, so if you will be a darling and make things easier for us and tell us, we could send you to get the gifts and a few things for yourself. As you already know, we are your Alpha’s aunties."

Denise’s eyes brightened as she realized she had found a way to change her fate and escape the factory. She could return to working for someone who would buy her nice things, after all. She didn’t like their Luna, nor did she care what happened to her. If the Alpha got angry with her, she could simply tell him that she hadn’t wanted to offend his aunties.

"She gave birth to triplets, and two of them are—"

Before Denise could finish her sentence, the door opened, and Laila walked in.

"Isn’t it interesting that our honorable guests are trying to fish for answers from an omega when they could simply ask their own nephew?" she remarked as she entered the living room.

She crossed her arms over her chest, fixing her gaze on the two she-wolves who had been getting on her nerves ever since their arrival in Silver.

If she hadn’t had access to enter all the guest rooms, she would have been too late to interrupt this, Laila thought as she shot a dark glare at the omega and barked an order.

"Get lost. I don’t want to see you back here again, or I will break your legs."

As much as the omega thought Becky and Beth held authority, she knew Laila held her own in the pack and could make anyone’s life miserable, and so Denise turned on her heels and hurried out of the door.

"How dare you interfere in our matters?" Came Becky’s displeased words as she got to her feet to face Laila, who had ruined their plans to find out what the Alpha and his Luna were hiding.

"What matters? Oh, you mean sticking your noses into pack matters that have nothing to do with the likes of both of you?" Laila scoffed, looking at the two useless aunties with nothing better to do.

Becky flushed with humiliation and parted her lips to speak, but Laila cut her off.

"I’ll give you one last warning, Mrs. Edge. I don’t have the patience for your little games. If I catch you trying to pry into our pack affairs again in hopes of ruining my friend’s reputation in Silver, I won’t give a damn that you’re related to the Alpha. I’ll deal with you myself. Do I make myself clear?"

Laila released her female Alpha aura into the room, forcing the two women into unwanted submission. Becky fell back against her chair, while her sister dropped to her knees under the pressure. Neither of them was an Alpha, and as regular werewolves, they couldn’t withstand Laila’s overwhelming aura.

"Y-yes..." they stammered in unison, their faces pale as they struggled against the suffocating pressure.

"Good. Now be good little old women and go to sleep, it is late to be digging for gold at night. Have a good night’s sleep." Saying that, Laila flashed them a smile, and then she turned and left, releasing them from her aura and feeling satisfied that she had done something for Viola, who had made her happy today.

However, behind her, the two women, freed from the aura, glared at her back.

"Oh, she will regret this." Becky said, and she reached for her phone and contacted her son from their pack.

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In the healing house, Viola lay beside her husband, sleeping peacefully against his chest with her fingers curled into his shirt. She stirred slightly, causing her hair to shift away from the mark on her neck. The mark stood out darkly against her fair skin, but suddenly, a bright light flickered from within it before gradually dimming. Moments later, the mark and light disappeared completely, leaving her skin as though it had never been there.

The moment the mark vanished, Viola let out a soft moan in her sleep as something seemed to pull her into what she initially thought was a dream. But it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory of her past, one that had always come to her in scattered fragments. This time, however, she wasn’t seeing bits and pieces. She was experiencing it all, as though she were reliving every moment.

One moment she was sleeping in oblivion, and the next she found herself back at the moment when she had left the sea after speaking to Nerrisa about giving up her tail and was heading towards her meeting place with Vaelor.

Azmira had so much she wanted to discuss with Vaelor: her discovery about why the mark he had once placed on her had faded and left her bare the next morning, and her decision.

However, the moment she walked up to the tree, a slap landed on her face so hard that it turned her head away.

"You little slut!" Came the gritted words of the man who had hit her so hard she saw dots.

Azmira looked up at him, at his angry silver eyes, and took a step back as she realized it wasn’t the person she had come to meet.

"Vik..." She muttered softly.

The two brothers were identical not only in face and physique but also in aura. They were so alike that Azmira found it difficult to tell them apart until she looked into their eyes.