Chapter 150
With fearful, slow steps she moved towards the raised platform where the thrones were, taking note of the other small thrones sculpted on his left side.
Was that her mother’s?
She also didn’t fail to notice how difficult it was for the king to move his hands, and other parts of his body. It was like he was glued to the throne.
Once she got close to the levated platform, she paused, taking deep breaths before she asked,
“I have so many questions… ” She blinked, tears falling bitterly down her face. “How am I still alive to begin with p>
The man’s heart clenched in pain seeing his beloved daughter cry. He wanted to embrace her and wipe her tears, but he couldn’t, and that made his seething anger amplify.
“You’re in pain… I not only see that Fiona. I can feel it. You’ve been betrayed by the one you thought would never harm you p>
She scoffed.
“Really? Then if that’s that… how come I’m meeting my father for the first time since I was born,” She glared up at him in a defiant boldness that surprised even him. “If you really could feel my pain… then why,” her tears rolled down her cheeks in thin streams of water. “Why did you let me live my entire life based on a lie p>
The man tried to lift his hands, and she saw how difficult it was for him to fulfill such a simple task as lifting his own hands.
“You think I wouldn’t have found you and brought you here to live amongst us if I had the slightest chance p>
Her voice turned to a whisper.
“What happened… What happened to you p>
“I was cursed,” His expression saddened, and Naomi’s heart clenched in pain seeing her father in a Pitiful state. She hadn’t known him for so long, but it was rare seeing a man of power in such a helpless state.
“I would answer whatever questions you may have Naomi, but please, just sit down. You don’t know just how long I’ve always wanted you in my arms… I’ve always wanted you close to me alongside your brother p>
Another bombshell dropped.
But rather than ask questions, she shakily made her way up to sit down, driving all other thoughts off her mind, trying to not burst into tears again, recalling Daniele.
If he had done this to her, then she couldn’t trust any other person. He had said he would kill her, but she never actually thought he’d do it. She just wanted to give him time and space, but she never for once actually imagined in her entire existence that her dreams would come to a reality. That someone would actually push her off that cliff. Someone with metallic piercing blue eyes. Someone. She never believed that that someone would be Daniel.
Right now, she wanted to focus on the present, and that was her father, and her new identity which she would embrace, because Naomi was dead.
Daniel had finally gotten what he wanted. He had killed Naomi.
She was Fiona now, a pure breed Kitsune.
As she sat on the throne, she felt some sense of power travel upwards, from where she sat, spreading a tingling sensation all over her body.
She stretched her hands out Infront of her and stared at it in awe before turning to her father who had been staring at her with pride and admiration, the usual cold glaciers which he directed at his subjects had melted into a puddle.
“I felt something.” She said to him, staring back at her hands.
“That’s just the taste of the power you possess daughter. And you can have more if… “
“I’m not interested in that.” She said, looking away, missing the disappointed frown on her father’s face.
“I want to know what happened to my mother. How come I was suddenly in a werewolf pack? Who is my brother? and where is he? And… why is my aunt crazy? How come my mate’s a werewolf? And… what type of Kitsune am I? Why do I always have these weird dreams where I can see the future… Father… I don’t know but for now… these are the questions I can remember p>
The man only smirked, balancing his chin on his fist to look at her. They had only met less than an hour ago and she was already playing her role of the last child, sulking and asking so many questions.
If only she knew what he really was and capable of doing, and what he was already doing, she won’t even be sitting right here, next to him, so casually talking and asking him so many questions to make a vein pop at the side of someone’s head.
“Your mother… ” he refused to mention her name as it would leave a lingering bad taste of anger in his mouth. committed suicide p>
She stared at him in shock.
“W- Why p>
“Why?” he chuckled hauntingly. “I guess she was tired of searching for her children, so she couldn’t take the guilt of loosing them and killed herself.” He lied.
Her heart clenched in pain again, and she blinked back the tears of hurt as she slowly asked.
“How did she loose us p>
“She actually betrayed us Fiona. She didn’t think I’d be able to care for the two rare breeds of the Foxtune clan, so she gave you all away to separate packs… “
“Why would she think that p>
“Look around Fiona… look at my subjects p>
what do you notice?” He ordered her, his gaze not leaving her face even as she slowly raised her face, scanning below them at the subjects in the throne room, standing with their heads bowed.
Her face was scrunched up as she stared at all of them for five minutes, twisting her fingers around the arm of her throne.
“They…,” she turned to her father, startled at first on seeing he had been staring at her all these while. “They are… all females p>
Her eyes suddenly widened as she subconsciously raked her eyss over the king.
“You… “
“I’m just as rare as you my beloved,” he tilted her face up with his fingers. “I’m the only male pure breed Kitsune ever in existence, ” he boringly glanced at his subjects. “They were birthed from your mother asexually, but you,” he turned back to her with a glint in his eyes. “You and your brother were birthed through sexual intercourse between your mother and I… “
She glanced at him, trailing her eyss over his face again before shuddering, her lips parting.
“Why couldn’t she trust us with you?” Was all she asked.