I took a deep breath and explained, “Beatrice mentioned that long hair was uncomfortable, so I allowed her to cut it. She prefers it short. It’s not your hair, so why are you so upset?”
Still just a child, Beatrice had never experienced her father's fury before. Overwhelmed, she burst into tears, reaching out for me.
My heart ached for her as I pulled her into my embrace, cradling her gently against me while I whispered soft words of comfort.
As I held her tight, I turned to Alpha Asher, my eyes filled with concern, ready to inquire about the reason behind his unexpected outburst.
Yet, instead of explaining, he shot me a piercing look and demanded, “Now you remember you’re her mother? Have you ever truly cared for her all these years?”
My eyes narrowed at him, a storm of emotions brewing inside. During my pregnancy, we had made an agreement that I would continue fulfilling my duties as Luna. Now, he accused me of negligence, casting doubt on my role as Beatrice’s mother.
It felt like he was throwing my past commitment back in my face, which stung more than I cared to admit.