The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 02

The Crippled Triplet Luna Severing the Bloodline Chapter 02

It was late by the time we got home.

After a long, exhausting day, my leg throbbed with so much pain that I couldn’t even stand.

Mom and Dad were completely absorbed in catering to Callum and Sylvie.

By the time they finally noticed me, I had been sitting alone on the living room sofa for two hours.

Mom cleared her throat, her face softening slightly.

But before she could speak, Sylvie slammed her cup down on the table.

“Nola, are you seriously guilt-tripping me now just to get my room?”

With that, she turned to storm out again.

Mom quickly caught her.

Then, smack—

She turned around and hit me across the face.

It wasn’t even that hard.

But it landed like a blow right to my chest.

“Mom, I never meant to take Sylvie’s room.”

My voice came out trembling.

“It just hurts too much. I can’t stand for long, and the stairs are killing me.”

Sylvie laughed through her tears.

“How convenient—you can barely stand, and yet you just happened to sit facing my room for two hours.”

Mom’s tone grew colder.

“If she wants to put on a show, let her.”

“If she’s so dedicated, she can sit on this sofa all night!”

With that, Mom led Sylvie away.

As Callum walked past me, he bumped into my injured leg, whether by accident or on purpose.

I gasped from the sudden pain, and my wolf let out a muffled whimper inside me.

Callum looked down at me, his blue eyes as cold as a frozen lake in winter.

“Nola, you’ve used that leg to hog Mom and Dad’s love and attention for ten years.”

“Now that we’re taking back just a little bit of it, you can’t handle it?”

I didn’t answer. Just let out a bitter laugh.

Was it really just “taking back a little bit”?

When my leg was first injured, the healers recommended that I stay on the ground floor.

Yet when buying the house, Mom and Dad still chose the two-story house Sylvie loved.

When handing out rooms, Dad said Sylvie loved the sunlight, and Callum needed a larger room for his computer setup.

The one left for me? The second floor. The very back. A tiny, windowless room.

Mom even came up with the perfect excuse for it.

“The second floor is great. Nola can get some exercise just going up and down the stairs.”

“Nola, we’re doing this because we love you the most.”

“If Callum and Sylvie find out, they’ll probably throw another fit.”

Sitting in the dark living room, I fought to stay calm.

But the tears kept coming, heavy drops splashing onto my hands.

Had Mom and Dad really favored me for ten years?

Why hadn’t I felt it for even a single second?

Everyone kept saying they had spent a decade catering to me.

But I couldn’t think of a single thing I’d actually gotten.

…

In the middle of the night.

I caught Mom carrying my medication bag toward the trash can.

When our eyes met, a flicker of guilt crossed her face.

But it was quickly replaced by cold determination.

“Callum and Sylvie caught a cold over the last couple of days, and your meds are taking up too much room in the cabinet.”

“Your father and I talked it over. We agree that all three kids should be treated equally.”

“We can’t keep favoring you just because you’re injured.”

“Nola, you understand what I mean, right?”

I looked down at the trash can.

Those were the pain medications Dr. Ward had prescribed me.

For years, I’d relied on them just to get a few hours of sleep, to keep the silver damage at bay.

My wolf scraped anxiously against my chest, warning me of the sleepless agony ahead.

I quieted her down.

I just nodded softly.

“Yeah.”

After all, I was leaving soon.

There really was no point in keeping the meds around to take up space.