Chapter 100
Chapter 100
Cupid
That Rich Alpha means Alpha Ruis. My father? That’s not true.
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I searched my mother’s eyes for a long time, unable to say to her face that what she just spoke is a lie. I dared not voice it.
“He knows how much I’ve searched for you, Mother. He knows the torment I went through. He wouldn’t say that p>
I was still speaking when her gaze locked deep into mine and another tear slid free.
“He has turned my own son against me. Perhaps that was his intention p>
“Mom p>
“Eighteen years ago…” she began, voice breaking fingers turning cold. “The day you were taken… our home was taken too. The Downside.
I froze, sinking slowly to the floor in disbelief. No. It couldn’t be.
“That man, that Alpha, he ordered it. I don’t know how or why. The same day he left Downside, men arrived and drove every Rogue out. We were thrown into the street. Some disappeared forever. Some froze to death. Others scraped survival. We are Rogues, Downsiders, lower than even the Omegas. No names, no worth. No one would ever take us
in p>
She exhaled, shaking her head as the memories dragged her back.
“As for me… I couldn’t leave. Not before knowing what happened to my second son. First it was a plea, Jahan, then it became protest. I was ready to die under their machines if they didn’t return you p>
She swallowed hard, her eyes pinned to me.
“After days of resistance, the Alpha arrived at what was left of Downside. He tossed me the clothes
you wore the day you were taken, bloodstained. He claimed he killed you for stealing p>
Her voice splintered.
“Your brother, Marlik, never recovered. Yasmin, your sister, she was so young then, but she wouldn’t stop crying. Hope died. They said no news is good news. We got news. It was anything but p>
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“We left Downside and I couldn’t work, no one hires a Rogue to do laundry. Feeding us was war, and Marlik… he drowned in the loss of you. Drunk by eighteen. Destroying himself by nineteen p>
“At twenty, he met someone in a club. A man called Feroz. A drug lord. He liked Marlik and employed him. Marlik began delivering drugs and was paid well. Yasmin finally went to art school as she always loved to paint. I thought I could open a laundry house. We were recovering… rebuilding… until three years into Marlik working for Feroz p>
“A gang war erupted. Police raided the hideout. Marlik was caught and sentenced to four years. He served it p>
“I held Yasmin together. I survived. I worked as a maid, a cleaner in a hotel, some customers were kind. When it was a week to Marlik’s release, Yasmin and I prepared to welcome him home p>
Her voice trembled.
“But something happened, Jahan. They cheated us. The educated ones. The polished ones. They used him as their scapegoat. On the day he was supposed to walk free, a warden told me he’d been transferred. New charges, murder Life sentence p>
I went still, every muscle locked, as she wiped her tears.
“I went to see him. His condition was horrific. My son was caged unjustly. Yes, Marlik was reckless. I know he smoked, used drugs, clubbed but murder? Never p>
“I was allowed minutes with him. He told me the truth. Days before release, Feroz sent his right–hand man. Gave Marlik a contract smiling, pretending it was good news. Told him it was for a job once he got out. But Marlik can’t read. He stamped his thumbprint, and they used that paper in court to brand him a killer p>
“I was shattered. I tried to scream for help. On the first day of protest, Yasmin was abducted. Marlik was attacked in prison. Then a note came
Her voice cracked.
“If I ever spoke out again, my children would die. So I obeyed and Marlik was allowed to live his life sentence. I was taken and condemned here as a maid without pay. And Yasmin…” her voice broke, her lips trembling, “…my beautiful Yasmin… last I heard, she was claimed by Feroz’s brother. She was never released p>
“I’ve been here many years. Holding on. Never stopping my prayers to the Moon Goddess for mercy, for a miracle p>
“And this morning, Jahan… a miracle came. YOU
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“My sweet son. Look at you. How proud your mother would be if she could see you now. How stunned your father would be to see you tall, strong, handsome. How Marlik would rejoice. How Yasmin would cry and brag about you p>
I didn’t interrupt. Not once.
My heart simply plunged deeper as I listened. Searching her eyes, I saw truth. The hardship, the loss, the grief, the scars.
Time and night sat still as we stared at one another, as if eye contact could make up for eighteen stolen years, until footsteps sounded, followed by furious knocking.
My mother’s hand on me went ice–cold as if She knew who it was.
“Open up, you old hag,” a drunken voice slurs. “Time to get on your knees and earn your keep p>
The words hit me like a slap. My blood drains to my feet. I look at her, green eyes wide, and the shame that floods her face tells me everything her story left out.
I slip silently to the side of the door and nod onde for her to go.
She rises like someone twice her age, shoulders curled inward, and unbolts the lock.
The guard barges in, reeking of cheap liquor, already fumbling with his belt.
“Been a long day,” he sneers, shoving her toward the bed. “Open that mouth, I need to piss down your p>
He never finishes.
I’m on him from behind, arm locking around his throat, forearm crushing his windpipe. He thrashes once, thick fingers clawing at my sleeve boots scraping the floor.
A wet choke gurgles out of him, wet and useless. tighten harder, teeth clenched, rage singing in my ears.
Ten seconds. Twenty. His struggles slow and the his body sags. I ride him all the way down until he’s a dead weight in my arms.
Only then do I let go. He crumples to the floor like a sack, eyes rolled white, tongue swollen purple.
Mother stares from the bed, both hands pressed over her mouth, tears trailing silently.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.