Page 64 of Abandoned By My Alpha Husband

Liam laughed coldly. "He doesn't have time for me." Then his tone shifted. "He's been too busy looking for you."

I froze.

"Looking for me?"

"Yeah." Liam looked up at me. "He's been looking for five years. Sent people to every corner of Silver pine, other cities, even other kingdoms. Like he lost his mind. Even came to the human district in secret."

My heart skipped a beat.

"But... but he—"

"Threw you out, I know." Liam interrupted, his tone full of hatred. "He said in front of everyone you weren't his mate. Said you were a liar. Then you left."

He paused. His eyes reddened again.

"Then he started looking for you. Everywhere. Like a madman. Never looked at anyone else again, including Lina. What an act!"

He didn't make Lina his Luna?

My heart suddenly raced, my wolf stirring restlessly. That thought surfaced again from somewhere deep inside. Did he still care about me? But I quickly pushed the thought down. He was the one who had me thrown out.

"He also abolished those regulations against half-bloods." Liam continued. "The Elder Council disagreed. He convinced them one by one. And he announced my identity. Said I was his biological son, a half-blood."

His voice started shaking.

"Everyone knew. Everyone knew I was a half-blood, a bastard. They talked behind my back. Said my mom was a liar, a whore."

"Liam—" I couldn't imagine what he'd been through.

"But I didn't care." He jerked his head up, tears finally falling. "I didn't care what they said. Because I knew you weren't like that. I knew you were my mother."

My vision blurred completely.

"That day..." His voice was soft, choked with tears. "That day in the garden, you protected me. You asked what I wanted to tell you. I wanted to call you Mom. I wanted to ask if I could call you Mom."

He wiped his tears roughly with the back of his hand.

"But before I could say it, those people came. Then you got thrown out."

My hand reached across, gripping his. His hand was cold, his fingers trembling.

"I'm sorry," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I'm sorry, Liam. I'm so sorry."

His whole body went rigid. Then he shot up, came around the table, and threw his arms around me. His head buried in my shoulder, his body shaking violently, suppressed sobs squeezing from his throat. So quiet.

"Mom—"

"I'm here." I held him tight, hand patting his back gently. "I'm here."

Anya watched quietly beside us. She reached out a small hand and tugged gently on Liam's sleeve.

"Brother, don't cry," she said softly. "Mommy says if you cry, the stories run away."

Liam lifted his head from my shoulder and looked at Anya. Then he smiled, tears still on his face, but the smile real.

The waitress brought over the new order. She set the tray on the table, glanced at us, kept smiling, said nothing, and left.

"Eat." I pushed the food gently toward Liam. "While it's hot."