Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 137  

Stephanie’s POV

I didn’t know what to think at the moment, other than I was grateful to have my mate by my side, and the support of all my children. What had happened between me and my mother had devastated me. Growing up as a little girl I remember her unconditional love to my sister, Bulma and I, but my father, he was another story. In front of mother he was the perfect picture of a loving father, once behind closed doors he was anything but.

I remember a wing of my mothers estate that my sister and I hadn’t been allowed in, to do so would incur the wrath of our father. The room with that door Augustus was talking about had to be there in that wing. The room, had to have been fathers office, if my sister and I had been born male, I don’t think this would have happened.

Father had been severely disappointed that he had only two female children with my mom. He would call us all kinds of vile things whenever he had us alone, saying we were worthless to him, that we shouldn’t have been allowed to live and that we were nothing but a burden to him. (2)

That was the main reason for my sister and I making sure to limit any encounter with our father that didn’t involve our mother. I remember a dinner conversation when we were little, father wanted mother to set up arranged marriages for us both, but mother wasn’t having it. She told him that we would marry our mates when we found them.

Father had been the one to cruelly remind mother of her rejection by her mate. he had said what if that happened to us. After a moment, she said that if that happened, we could find and marry a male we liked, she wouldn’t arrange for us to be married to a stranger. 5

The look on my fathers face at her words was not pleasant, but she hadn’t seen it, because she was busy cutting up meat for my little sister. It was a little while after that conversation mom started to change her views. It was almost like she had been handed a script when it came to some topics, a script she couldn’t deviate from. The guards who had punished and tortured Bas had been the two who had always went with my father everywhere, till his death, after that, they followed my mother around.

All I had at the moment were a few scattered pieces of a puzzle, I didn’t even have all the pieces yet, I had a feeling Augustus was holding the other pieces of the puzzle. Perhaps once it was finished, I

everything that had happened once I met my mate, I still loved my

the door?” my tone was grim

of anger to it now. “Your mother asked your sister to summon me, which was good, because I had wanted an excuse to visit your mother, she was my best friend. I had wanted to know what had changed her so drastically from the woman I had always known and

him, my voice soft. My mate was holding my hand and had his fingers laced

Magic.” Augustus says, dropping that bombshell. I’m in shock, I feel like a stone has

sons

Magic Coven, we discovered he was a member of it, and was sent to become the downfall of the Goldlight’s. He was supposed to father sons who would then sit on the Council and take it down from the inside out.” Augustus said “When he

towards me were in fact actions by the Black

Coven Warlocks. Her belief that your daughter was an abomination, and needed to be aborted, and her hate of Vampires was part of the compulsions. It was to keep her mother from ever finding out what really happened to her fated mate.” He tells

this couldn’t

he couldn’t come back for

• “Why?!” I ask, it was almost a scream, I felt agonized over what had been done to my mother.

hadn’t accepted his rejection, there was still a bond, the Coven didn’t want to leave a ‘loose end’ as they called it, and had

sob to my left, I look over at Kass and Bella, they were both being clutched close by their mates, their hands over their mouths, tears trailing down

Alora’s soft voice filled with horror and sadness had me looking at her, she

neck and quietly sob into his shoulder, his arms tighten

do I do?” I ask him in a

start working on finding out everything we can about the Black Magic Coven of today, and

lifts his hands up and wipes the tears from my

not her own, it is