Revelations in the West wing

Chapter 25

LUCIA LORENZO'S POV

Have you ever wished you were completely consumed by the earth? If the earth did, it would truly be helping me out right now.

Damien is still gasping for air following Blaine's near-fatal accident. My brother is prepared to murder everyone else I could have been associated with while I was here, and Mirabel is screaming uncontrollably.

I continue to look at the ground. Normally, I can't let my head drop, but this is too much. Everything is just too much. It all doesn't make sense. Why should we? Why did we, out of all the werewolves in the world, do this?

"This is a family matter; every one head back to the palace!" Alpha Gilbert lets out a boom. Although everyone runs away, it's obvious that they want to stay and see the drama play out. Clara and Jessica stayed put, observing with almost animated eyes.

Gilbert's dark eyes, which reveal far more than he would like, catch my attention. His eyes are calm and powerful, like those of a leader. However, the lines around them attest to the tension that comes with being the alpha's employee. With enough focus, I can perceive heartbreak. Although Gilbert and Kharis were almost 50 years old when Kharis passed away, this is not the typical lifespan for wolves. Most mates enjoy lengthy lives together.

Blaine's eyes are filled with the same anguish as his father's. Gilbert's eyes are filled with melancholy, but Blaine's are filled with rage. Even when we were tiny kids playing in the jungle gym, he was always a jerk. But then again, he was a pretty decent jerk. One whose frown would soften in the presence of his mother.

I recall that Blaine was not allowed to accompany Alpha Gilbert and Luna Kharis when they would travel on pack business trips. He was a grade above me in elementary school at the time.

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"Lucia, do you think my father will be pleased on my birthday this year? It always depresses him," Valerie remarked.

I told her, "He just misses your mom and sister, Valerie." I felt sorry for my friend. Before she could even remember them, she had lost half of her family. Despite everything, Valerie seemed content and allowed me to have a drink of her capris.

"Ahh!"

On the playground, everyone looks at me. Feeling embarrassed, my cheeks flush, and I quickly turn to find out who did it.

"Blaine De Lombardi."

I believe he's a big jerk, but my mom says I can't be unkind to him because one day he's going to be the leader of our pack. Johnson, his friend, was standing behind him, and his smile seemed nasty.

The bright side is that my dad told me to kick a boy in the balls if he annoys me.

"What is wrong with you?" I scream at him. I'm sure my braid would be caught between his bands right now if he had pulled any more.

Is Lucy upset because I undid her braid? I did you a favor, even if it wasn't pretty."

"That's not my name!"

He is well aware that my name is Lucia. "Oh, sorry, I meant to say, Luciana" He is also aware that I have allowed my friends to refer to me as Luciana. "But that's not quite right, is it? What is it, hmm? Yes, Mirabel, that's right."

I wasn't antisocial. Because hate is such a powerful term, I truly didn't. Goddess, though, I think I detest this boy! Being compared to Mirabel bothers me.

"Mirabel's prettier."

"Are you sure you guys are twins?"

"But she's so out there, and you barely talk."

"Mirabel's more fun."

It's absurd how often I've heard individuals say these things. We are not the same person only because we are twins.

"Oh no, are you crazy? I have little Lucia's wrath! How can I ever have my heart fixed?"

I'm done caring about it now. Like my dad taught me, I shrug my shoulders and step one foot in front of the other. I take a step forward and bring Blaine down to the ground.

I simply pulled him down because he wasn't prepared for it. His eyes aren't as angry as I thought they would be as he glances at me while still imprisoned beneath my body. Rather, he appears almost joyful.

"Lucia?"

My father wakes me up from my reverie. His expression is strained with anxiety, and he appears uncertain of himself for the first time. It's hard to stare at him. Is he going to be upset that I took Mirabel's boyfriend? Will he reject me?

Rather, he envelops me in his massive arms. His earthy, powerful aroma calms me down instantly, exactly like it did when I was younger. My mood suddenly lifts as I press my face against his chest.

"Daddy."

His words, "I've missed this Lucia," My head is pressed up against him by his right hand.

"Lucia, why didn't you tell me? You realize that I would have assisted you, right?

"Dad, I just don't want this. I know you should want your partner, but I'm just not able to. I want to get past spending my entire life in her shadow. I am unable to repeat it."

His dejected gaze is fixed on me.

"Lucia, you are an individual. You've never been under Mirabel's influence."

"But my father is here! You have never experienced being compared to someone since the day of your birth."

He smiles sadly at me.

"She wanted him first."

"What?" I inquire.

"Your mom. Her initial love was for my brother."

I look at him in disbelief.

"Uncle Luke?"

"Luke was a remarkable individual. The better brother was him. I must admit that I was quite the whore."

"Eww, dad."

He laughed.

"I had a sense of total dominance. Girls would always fight for me."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I could have any girl I wanted, but the one I truly desired didn't even look at me."

"Mom?"

Right now, his eyes would be hearts if this were a cartoon.

Yes, my dear Claire. However, she was Luke's back then."

"What? However, you are buddies! And you cherish one another."

"The answer is yes. But at the time, we were unaware that we were friends. I wanted her even though I was ignorant of it. And I always thought I could never measure up to my brother when we found out we were mates."

"But you're perfect, Dad."

"I'm grateful, Lucia. Luke, though, was such a class act. He always bought the greatest gifts and flowers for your mother. I had no idea how to accomplish those tasks. I have trouble expressing my feelings."

"Then how did you get Mom to love you?"

My mother says, "He didn't have to," behind him. She opens up to me and smiles a little.

"Yes, I did adore Luke. However, my feelings for your father went deeper. With him, it felt as though we were soulmates and that we had known each other for a long time."

She stops, then resumes.

"I recall the agony I felt after Luke passed away. Even though he had such a wonderful spirit, I understood that his partner's love for him was greater than our previous relationship."

She inhales deeply, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I knew I would name one of you after him while I was pregnant with you and Mirabel. After his companion went away not too long after, I knew I would name one of you in his honor."

"I wanted to give you the name Stepxy," my father says. My mother shoots him a look.

"When you were born, I knew you would be Lucia; you know why?"

I give her a headshake.

"Your visual organs. They resembled Luke's in that they were both bright and warm. You even possess his tender and resilient heart. You act like him sometimes, and it makes me pleased to know that you have some familiarity with your uncle despite never having met him."

"She looks just like me, and she has my eyes!" My father says, sulking. I nearly chuckled at his shenanigans. Who finds a dead man jealous? Particularly when he was your sibling.

With an awry look, my mother says, "You were a twin's idiot."

"A partner is never superior to another person, Lucia. You are his mate, so you will never be in anyone's shadow. There is nothing in this world like the feelings he has for you."

How can I break the news to my parents that he has no feelings for me?

My father looks into my eyes and puts a hand on each side of my face.

"Lucia, you must always keep in mind that family comes first. We almost broke up because of your mother, my brother, and I. Our relationship didn't work out until he met Mirabel, his true love."

"Isn't it kind of weird to name your kids after the man who almost stole your mate and his mate?"

My father chuckles.

"Possibly. I would never have blamed your mother for favoring my brother over me; he was a wonderful man. But I would have murdered him, for sure," he grinned in response.

"Hey, Steve! Respect the deceased, my mother tells him.

"Are you serious? In my car, he passed away! He says, "My darling Claire has never been the same."

"Dad, that's your brother!"

Lucia, it's okay for me to make jokes about it because of this. He wouldn't want me to feel depressed; therefore, I do it out of love."

"I hate to interrupt, but we should discuss what happened," Clara responds.

"You're accurate. We ought to talk about my sister's betrayal of me." Mirabel yells.

"Mirabel Lorenzo! Have you forgotten how to be polite at home?

It is not my fault that my sister is staring at the ground. That's how people react to my mom.

"Jessica, do you have any ideas as to what happened?" Gilbert queries.

"I am aware of the goddess' meddling. Jessica claims, "She made the blood moon, but she made it so that it would only affect Blaine and Lucia."

"This is something I've never seen before. The length Elena went to bring these two together is quite incredible," Clara continues.

Telling them, "I think I might know why,"

"What do you know, Lucia?" Blaine queries.

"I brought up a statue of a former Luna from the Luna Ruby Pack to Jessica. She reminded me a lot of myself, and Jessica just advised me to head west wing."

"And?" asks Blaine.

"I went to the west wing."

Everyone lets out a gasp. The history of the West Wing is far more significant than its reputation for ghosts. To show respect for the last Matteo family, the location should not be touched.

"There was this painting of Ronaldo and Dorothy Matteo."

"What does a painting have to do with anything?" Mirabel queries.

"Ronaldo and Dorothy looked exactly like me and Blaine."

Everybody has large eyes.

"I don't know what it means, but it was us; the painting was of us, Blaine," I informed him.

"Why do we keep waiting? Now let's visit the western wing. Jessica quips, "I'm sure Clara and I can work out an explanation for this." She turns around suddenly as she starts to walk, directing us all toward the west wing.

"Not at all. Only Blaine and Lucia are going on this vacation. "The remainder of you must remain here," Jessica says.

"Jesus, this could become dangerous. Since the Matteo family's passing, nobody has been housed in the wing," says Gilbert.

"I left and made a safe return. I believe the spirits won't harm us.

Though it turns out Jessica was mistaken, she did have a point.

They have a grievance against a certain alpha.