The Luna Who Paid to Live in Her Own Home Chapter 10

The Luna Who Paid to Live in Her Own Home Chapter 10

I scrolled down.

When Mom and Dad got back from London, Mom quit her job at the pack hospital.

Every day, she sat in the living room with the one cardboard box of my things. She’d pull each item out, hold it, study it.

Then she started sleeping on the back porch.

She slept on the same sleeping pad I had once used.

Dad tried to talk her out of it. She wouldn’t budge.

“I’m paying for what I did,” she told him.

Della remained exactly the same.

She’d spent her whole life getting whatever she asked for.

When she aged into adulthood, she turned down the position the pack offered her. Working for a living wasn’t something she was interested in.

The moment Mom and Dad stopped bankrolling her, she turned to credit cards. Then personal

loans.

The bills stacked up fast.

By the time they found out, the hole was too deep to climb out of.

Debt collectors even came to Briarwood Territory.

Mom and Dad burned through nearly everything they had trying to clean up Della’s mess.

An Alpha who couldn’t keep his own house in order. An Alpha whose daughter’s debts kept making

headlines. The pack council’s patience ran out..

The fallout was inevitable.

Dad was forced to step down.

They moved out of the pack house.

Mom pulled back from pack life entirely.

But Della still refused to work.

Whenever they pushed too hard, she’d lose it.

“I’m your daughter!”

m your only daughter!”

“You’re supposed to take care of me forever!”

Elin’s last message was a single line.

[With Della around, your parents don’t stand a chance.]

I placed my phone facedown on the table.

The London plane trees outside the window rustled in the wind.

I didn’t feel satisfied. I didn’t feel sorry for them either.

I just felt a quiet sense of closure.

I used to think I’d carry the hate forever.

But that wasn’t true.

Somewhere along the way, without noticing, I’d let it go.

They were still stuck in the same place, and it was only getting worse.

I’d moved on a long time ago. And everything ahead of me kept getting brighter.

A knock at the door.

“Rhea, dinner’s ready!”

I looked up, and the smile came without effort. “Coming.”

I picked up my phone and typed one line back to Elin. [I understand.]

Then I exited the chat and locked the screen.

I got up and walked toward the warm glow of the dining room.

Some people belong to your past.

That had been true since the day I boarded that plane.

And they hadn’t touched my life since.