The Third Time My Alpha Accused Me Of Cheating I Left Chapter 05
Grayson’s POV
She left?
I stared at the traces and suddenly let out a cold laugh. Esme might act like she didn’t care about anything, but wasn’t this really about her being unhappy with leaving empty-handed?
Now she and her mother were putting on a show together.
“Quite the performance.”
I muttered under my breath, as if explaining it to myself. “Mother and daughter teaming up with the sympathy act—all they want is money.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed Esme’s number. Switched off.
I frowned and turned to the servants:
“Take care of Asher.”
“I’m going to see what those two are up to.”
The servant stood in place, looking like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
I ignored her.
…
The hospital morgue.
Several nurses saw me approaching. None of their expressions were friendly.
Alpha or not, no one came forward to greet me.
An older nurse walked straight up to me.
“Where’s the Luna?”
I frowned.
For some reason, a bad feeling suddenly surged up inside me.
“Esme hasn’t been here?”
“Been here?”
The nurse looked at me as though she’d just heard the most absurd joke.
“If she’d been here, her mother wouldn’t be dead!”
My body went rigid.
“What did you say?”
“Last night, Linda stood on the hospital rooftop for over half an hour.”
“We kept trying to talk her down—barely managed to stabilize her.”
“Then we told her—at least see your daughter and grandson one last time. She finally started to hesitate.”
The nurse’s voice grew angrier with every word. “But we tried to reach the Luna through the Mind Link again and again—”
“She didn’t answer a single one!”
Last night?
My fingers clenched tight.
Last night… Esme was locked inside my wardrobe. She’d been pounding on the door, crying, begging me to let her out. And I—I had personally used my Alpha authority to block her Mind Link.
My breath caught.
The nurse was still talking: “Linda heard her daughter was about to be banished from the pack. She thought she was the burden dragging the Luna down.”
“So she jumped from up there.”
She looked at me coldly. “The Luna couldn’t even be bothered to come see her own mother one last time.”
“Does she have any conscience at all?”
My lips moved.
I wanted to say—no. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t come. She couldn’t. I’d locked her in a wardrobe. I’d blocked her Mind Link with my own hands. She’d begged me—hysterically—and I hadn’t believed her.
The words jammed in my throat. I couldn’t get a single one out.
“The body hasn’t been processed. The hospital can’t keep it indefinitely.” Another doctor walked over, fatigue written across his face. “Alpha, please handle the paperwork first.”
He paused. “Also—if you see the Luna, please pass along a message.”
“Before Linda passed… she kept saying—’Don’t blame Esme. I was the one who held her back.'”
“She was defending her daughter until the very end.”
My fingers curled tighter, inch by inch. The next second, I snapped my head up.
“Who told her Esme was being banished?”
My voice rose beyond my control. “The Pack Council hasn’t even officially convened!”
The doctor blinked. “We don’t know where Linda heard it either.”
“The Luna hasn’t visited the hospital these past few days.”
He trailed off, as if something had just occurred to him.
“Though—Beta did come by once. After Linda spoke with her, her mood started to deteriorate.”
My pupils contracted sharply.
Naomi?
How could it be Naomi?
Esme never told her mother bad news. Linda’s health had always been fragile—something the Pack Council hadn’t even officially decided yet. Esme would never have told her voluntarily.
I staggered back a step.
Esme’s desperate screams from last night echoed suddenly through my mind.
“My mother was hit by that car saving you and your son!”
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Three years ago, on Mother’s Day. I was carrying Asher along the roadside when a rival pack sent a truck barreling toward us.
I hadn’t even had time to react before Linda charged forward and shoved me and Asher out of the way.
The next second, she was sent flying by the truck.
Blood everywhere.
Six steel pins were later inserted into her legs.
From that day on, she walked with a permanent limp and required long-term care.
And that day, I’d sat beside her hospital bed and told her:
“Linda, I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.”
At first, I really did visit often.
And then?
When did I stop going?
When did I forget even that promise?
I wouldn’t even allow Asher to visit his grandmother. I told him hospitals had too many germs—that he was fragile, that he shouldn’t keep coming here.
But last night… all Linda wanted, in the end, was to see her daughter and her grandson. One was locked in my wardrobe. The other was kept away from the hospital by me.
…
When I got home, the living room light was still on.
Asher had a cooling patch on his forehead. His small face was flushed red with fever.
The instant he saw me, he jumped off the sofa.
“Daddy!”
He ran toward me.
His voice was hoarse from the fever.
Then he peered behind me.
The anticipation on his face faded into confusion, bit by bit.
“Where’s Mommy?”
“Why didn’t Mommy come back?”