Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee (Book 3)
Chapter 157 When Nobody Was There For Me (Bellamy Holmes)
“Just don’t move,” Ariel complained as she cleaned my feet with a w*et cloth. “I don’t want you to t*ouch my feet,” I complained again, feeling awful as I watched her shake her head and take care of me. It had been two years since I became bedridden, and to be honest, things had only gotten worse since then.
My mother’s body had been cremated, and my father was a mess. I had become another burden on his shoulders. I had lost my ability to walk somehow. The doctors said I was too weak to move around much, so I was confined to my bed. But it only pushed my father further into the depths of alcoholism since he lost my mother.
Lord Bernard was another mess of a man who didn’t hold back when it came to making sure he brought us to our knees. “Ariel! Stop this and tell me,” I warned her again, as she had been avoiding answering my questions all this time. “There’s nothing to tell, Bellamy,” she sighed, trying not to meet my eyes and reveal the tears she held back.
“Your father was planning to file a petition to reopen the case. What happened?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on her face.
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“Just the same as always. They said my dad is delusional and that my mother ran away with my brother,” Ariel relayed the news, not looking up. It must have been devastating for her not to know where her mother had gone.
“That’s absurd. Your mother went with my mom. How could she run away, and how did my mother end up dead?” I groaned angrily, as none of it made any sense. “They’re making some really outrageous claims, Bellamy,” she mumbled while putting the w*et cloth away and hugging herself.
“What story have they come up with this time?” I asked, my heart racing.
It was truly devastating how Lord Bernard had shown no concern for such a heinous crime committed against a pack’s Luna. He had flatly stated that he wouldn’t investigate any further and that he had already found the culprit and punished them. What was even more infuriating was that he never disclosed the culprit’s identity. In fact, my mother’s case hadn’t been reported by any news channel because it had happened on Lord Bernard’s pack’s land. He didn’t want any negative attention on his pack. The fact that he wouldn’t even tell us who the culprit was had devastated my father, and he had turned to alcohol for comfort.
“They’re accusing my mother of infidelity. In fact, they’re saying that my mother and her boyfriend, who happened to be my brother’s father, killed your mother because she found out they were deceiving my father,” she said, letting out a bitter laugh and snorting, finding a strange humor in her own misery. “It’s just awful, you know, because I know my mother would never do that,” tears flowed freely from her eyes when she could no longer contain her pain.
We were far too young for our first transformations, but maybe if we had experienced it, it could have helped heal our wounded hearts.
“Bellamy! I have to tell you something,” she said as she stood beside my head, reaching for a bowl of soup for me.
She had been looking after me when she should have been focusing on her own mental health.
“What is it now?” Fear gripped me. Every time someone said they had something to tell me, it reminded me of the day when my father broke the news of my mother’s passing.
“Our field of henbane is… no longer ours,” she said, taking a deep pause as she fed me with a spoon. I pulled my head back and kept staring at her, wanting more information.
“Lord Bernard claimed that your father is incapable of handling such a significant responsibility. He has sent his own men to oversee the field and has decided to take it over, severing our connection to it,” Ariel’s words struck me like a silver dagger through the heart. The pain of losing the field was immense. It served as a reminder of my mother’s h*ard work and her love for Henbane. She cherished that field and took great pride in caring for it.
“That’s not fair. They can’t just do that,” I raised my voice, seething with injustice. Not only did Lord Bernard fail to h*and over my mother’s killer and rapist to us, but he also took away our field. He had always coveted it, and now, he had finally seized it.
“It’s unjust, but what can we do?” Ariel agreed with me, but her abrupt silence made me feel like there was more she wanted to say but didn’t know where to begin.
“Ariel, what else?” I insisted, my gaze locked on her face.
“They might process the field into a powder form and take it away forever,” she said, but it seemed like that wasn’t the main thing she had initially wanted to discuss.
“Say what you were going to say earlier,” I pressed, watching her close her eyes and take a deep breath.
“I just have a theory. I don’t know if I’m overstepping, but…” she began to speak hesitantly, so I interrupted her.
“Just say it. I won’t judge,” I reassured her. The fact that we had been so opposed to each other before, but ever since my illness, she had stayed with me, had forged a strong bond of friendship between us.
“Okay, here’s my theory,” she straightened her posture, looking determined. “What if everything that happened that day was because of Henbane?” she suggested, and as I appeared intrigued, she continued, “Your mother went to the pack to talk to Lord Bernard about the Henbane situation. What if he disagreed and thought that if he got rid of her, he could have the whole Henbane for himself? And isn’t that what happened in the end? Maybe my mother was just collateral damage. Or what if my mother is still in some prison?” The glisten of tears in her eyes made me feel so sympathetic for her, but she wasn’t entirely wrong.
Her theory actually made a lot more sense than someone randomly targeting my mother, and Lord Bernard concealing their identity.