Chapter 125 Visiting The Enemy
Kristen's POV
"Are you sure about this?" Janette blinks in confusion.
"Yes, I need to go meet her," I tuck some strands of short hair behind my ear as I stare at my reflection in the dressing mirror.
"But you put to bed, you ought to be resting," my female bodyguard persists as she comes to stand at my back.
And I revert my head to face her.
"I will rest after I do what I have in mind," I make this known to her. "Alpha Calhoun will not approve of this," she points out in
"He doesn't need to know," Upon waving this off, I do the last of my shirt buttons.
"Fine," Janette agrees at last, but the look on her face says otherwise. I don't blame her though, she's trying to protect me after all.
After taking one last look at Aiden who's asleep, I nod at the maids to keep a watchful eye over him. Because I can't leave him out here alone. People have always wanted to hurt me, who knows if someone will jump through the window to harm my baby?
The need to protect him is overwhelming. I will do anything to ensure he's safe.
Five minutes later, I am heading into the dungeon with Janette following right behind me.
She's not disapproving anymore but from her silence, I can tell she's totally against me doing this. Still, I have a mind of my own and I'll do what I want.
If Calhoun is aware of this, he would have disagreed and that's why I'm doing this in his absence.
The walk is longer than I expected because it's actually my first time coming here. And it's sort of weird because I just gave birth some hours ago, yet I am on my way to the prison, far away from Calhoun's castle. Childbirth made me weak, but I still want to see her face.
"Miss Kristen," the guards at the door acknowledge my presence, when I finally get there, after descending several stairs that one would think I was finding the gateway to hell.
"Let me through, I'd like to see her," I order in a calm tone.
The guards exchange a confused look at each other before returning their gazes to me.
"But..." they're about disagreeing at the same time when I hold up a hand to silence them.
"Don't make any protests, I'll be Luna in a week so it's high time you start listening to me."
It's a bit surprising that I admitted this. I don't even know where the courage came from. And my gaze on them is unwavering, showing how serious I am.
"As you wish," they chorus at last and swiftly step inside.
I pause to take in a nerve-calming breath because I haven't seen her since the incident and it's been three months. And I am still traumatized and hurt from what she did, I doubt I'd heal from it.
All the same, I knew what I was getting into before I came here.
"Wait here," I instruct Janette because the conversation I've been meaning to have with my mother is something I won't want anyone else to hear.
"Not to worry, she can't hurt me. Her wolf cannot break out of the cage." I add this because Janette doesn't settle well with this.
"Fine, Miss Kristen. But just know Alpha Calhoun is going to kill me if anything happens to you." She reminds me.
"Nothing will happen," I assure her with a little pat on her shoulder.
With this, I step forth into the prison hallway.
It's cold in here and dark, save for the faint and fluctuating lights from the old bulbs. There are cobwebs and this nasty smell like rat pee.
And it's giving me the chills because I suddenly find myself going down the memory lane of Jack's prison, where he kept over two hundred women confined in short cages like animals.
Except this is different, no one got kidnapped. My own mother was thrown into Calhoun's dungeon to contemplate her sins, because she tried to kill me, and still murdered my father when he attempted to come to my rescue.
Mom was put away from several other prisoners, so the cells around here are empty as I look through them.
"Who would've thought you'd pay me a visit any day, I thought you wanted to avoid me forever, because my face haunts you," The voice of my mother rings out and echoes on the wall. Something which makes me shudder.
Because I just heard her, she's seen me before I can see her.
"On your left," she instructs in a groggy voice.
and her lips stretch into this creepy smile as she looks at me.
There's this dull pain spreading through my chest upon seeing my mother looking like a complete stranger. Her blonde hair is longer than before, full of strands. Her skin is dirt-stained, and she looks completely skinny like a ghost. Her clothes are torn. They're still the same clothes she wore on the day she killed Dad.
"You look like you've passed through labor," her eyes dilate in surprise when she stares at my stomach.
"Yes, I gave birth to a boy," my glare is intense as I let this out.
And she chuckles to herself bitterly.
The feelings of fear, guilt, and shame have all been replaced with hate for this woman because I'll never forgive her for what she did.
"I am not surprised at all, you're lucky your father got murdered in your stead. Else you and that baby would've been rotting six feet below the earth." Immediately, Mother's inauspicious smile wears off and she puts on a hateful look.
"You're a monster," I growl upon feeling the hurt from what transpired that day.
"Took you long enough to realize," Mom kisses her teeth, and rubs her hand on her arm.
"I wish I never came out of you," I maintain her gaze when I tell her this because it's been on my chest for three months. Three months
have passed since I have mourned my father.
"And I wish I had killed you the moment I had you in my arms, you bitch!" Mom clamors, holding onto the iron bars of the gate. "You're deserving of all the hate in the world, for killing my father,"
my fingers are curled into tight fists because my body cannot even contain the contempt I feel towards this woman. 131: Visiting The Enemy "You killed an innocent man!" It's my turn to yell at her.
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"He deserved to die anyway. He was an idiot. He ruined my life and
you did too!" Mom bangs on the gate.
A few months ago, I would have flinched from her outburst, but I
don't this time. Because I've already been through a whole lot to be scared by a woman who's in a cell.
"You think I don't know you came here to rub it in my face that you gave birth to a son for Calhoun, and he'll marry you in no time?" Mom sneers at me with bared fangs, as she grips the iron bar once
more.
"Yes, I came here to make you feel twice as bad, because I'll be happy
while you'll stay here rotting in this cell!" I let this out, making it sound as hurtful as I can because she's a remorseless monster. And this time, she puts her hand on her mouth and bubbles with
giggles like a maniac.
"You think you'll be happy with Calhoun, Kristen?"
Knowing this requires no response, I remain silent.
"Oh, Christ. You've got to be shitting me," Mom tucks her hair
behind her ear so I can see her face properly. Then she bangs on the iron bars once more.
"Let me tell you this, child. You're living in a delusion. You'll never
know peace with Calhoun because you stole him from me. This is just the beginning of your suffering."