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I Am The Luna

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Chapter 0175

SEBASTIAN.

The sound of my beating heart thumping loudly in my ears is all | can hear as his words ring in my mind.

| am not his son? How is that even possible?

I look more like him than Mom... Even if | don’t want to admit it; it is the truth.

“What do you mean | am not your son?” | ask quietly, yet my shock bleeds into my voice.

“He didn’t mean that, Sebastian. Aran please, don’t do this,” Mom pleads, hurt clear in her eyes.

“No! Why shouldn't I? His arrogance and his attitude are not

something | will tolerate. Not anymore.” Dad says coldly. “Now you have the truth! | don’t want a useless man

who-"

“I am an Alpha. Whether you want to admit it or not, you know | hold an alpha’s aura. Who is my father, then?” |

ask sharply.

Mom grabs hold of my sleeve. “Sebastian, your father is your father-" “I mean my biological father, Mom,” growl,

trying to control my anger.

Why the lies? | am in my thirties and now he decides to tellthat? Mom decides to tellthis cr p now? Now

when | don’t f ucking need to know?

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“We don’t know.” Dad snarls. “For all we know, it could be a lowly omega!”

Mom frowns, her heart thundering as she looks between us. But | can see the disappointment in her eyes when

she looks at Dad spewing

his cra p.

“He is our son, Aran. We had a sperm donor because you couldn’t conceive! How dare you say he is not ours!”

She snaps.

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“He is not! His arrogance, his attitude and even his face anger me!” He snarls.

“Aran, enough!”

| run my hand down my face, turning away from them and their arguing.

So, I'm not alpha-born? But then why is my aura more powerful than anyone | have met and | am not bigging

myself up...

“Who is my father, then?” | snarl, turning back to them, my eyes blazing silver.

They fall silent as Mom sighs. “We used... a sperm donor and had you via IVF because we were having issues

conceiving and your father wanted an heir. So we decided it was the best we could do.” Mom continues.

“Yes, so you see, you are not my son nor my blood, nor do you have any real right to this alpha title you so like

to claim as your own.”

My head snaps towards him and although I'm shaken by the revelation, more than that, | am fuming.

How dare he...

| scoff coldly. “Well, it seems you were the one lacking. You are the one who was unable to father a child. Sperm

donor or not... You were the one who wanted to create a child, so whether you like it or not... | am your son,

alpha or f ucking not.” I snarl.

“Exactly! He is your son, only yours. No one else's. So stop this nonsense!” Mom exclaims.

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| don’t miss the way she’s trying to control herself, almost as if there’s more to her words than she’s letting on

and wants to diffuse

things

“But | still don’t get it. Why would that be the reason for the

Toussaint’s not to like me? There's more. What are you two not telling me? We all know | am capable of being

Alpha. Everyone knows that.”

Mom looks down and | frown... she knows something.

“Please, Sebastian, leave it be,” she pleads.

“No. | need to know. | am fed up with lie after lie. First, the Toussaints have kept so much from Zaia and now you

two. Don’t any of you have any f ucking shame?” | growl.

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“What we don’t wish to share is not your concern. We have told you what involves you. Now you know, what will

you do? Continue to disrespect me?” Dad says as he sits back in his office chair.

“Are you really acting like you f ucking dida favour? Remember, I'm the one who did you a f ucking favour by

giving you the chance to be called father.” | snarl.

Dad slams his hand on the table, but Mom speaks before he can.

“Aran, stop it. You know that’s not true. Why are you doing this?” she asks, her eyes now flashing.

His cold glare turns upon her. “Enough Agatha. Do not push me.”

“I am not! But you need to stop making matters worse. Tell him, or | will. I will not lose our son because of your

ego!”

“Your son.”

“OUR SON!” Mom screams, slamming her hand on the table. “You are the one who wanted a child! And we have

one! A perfect son who is an excellent alpha and an amazing businessman! If only you will get

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your head out of your behind and see it!”

“Mom, leave it,” | say, She’s shaking, and her heart is beating disturbingly fast when she begins coughing

| frown, seeing the splash of blood on her hand, and Dad stands up. Both of us rush to her side and panic rushes

through me.

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