The Abused Luna's Comeback

236 The Decision on Identity

[Rose’s P.O.V.]

I felt relieved after I had killed Emily, but only because I never had to worry about her threatening me or my loved ones ever again. I knew I had to do it after what she had done to us.

Still, a dark cloud hanging over my head. I had never wanted to kill anyone and I hated what I had done to her, to make her suffer like that. But Edward, Alonso, and my wolf Charlotte told me that she deserved it. When Emily’s wolf Agatha gave in to me, they were as shocked as I was. We had never seen a wolf betray its master before.

Now that we were done here, Edward and I headed back to our old bedroom where Luna Taylor was taking care of my son. I was so eager to hug him after a hot bath.

I eventually realized that I had not asked Susanna to restore Mona’s appearance because some of the Omega servants in the castle looked at me as if their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets. Edward ignored them and continued to hold my hand tightly. Based on this gesture, they greeted us as Alpha and Luna.

Before dinner, Patrick came to report about the elf. He had found Annabel and requested her to reproduce the poison she had given Eve for the abortion.

Noah ended up being the one to administer the poison. Unlike Rose’s quick flick of a wrist, the poison took a long time to take effect, causing the elf to struggle for hours. Eventually, she died.

But perhaps the most heartbreaking part of it all was when Annabel returned Noah’s son to him, soaked in a jar of formalin. Everyone in Patrick’s family cried, including his little sister, Lily. Finally, they buried the little body and prayed that he would never suffer in the next life.

After I had given my son a good, long hug, I passed him back to Luna Taylor because I needed to speak with Edward.

When it was just the two of us in the room, Edward pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

“Dearest, what do you want to tell me?” asked he.

“I’ve decided which identity I want to continue living in.”

“Oh?” He looked at me seriously.

I had given this a long and good thought, and to be honest, I did consider remaining as Mona at first. But as time went on, I became more aware that I didn’t like being this fake me. Mona was never the best option for permanence because she was a temporary solution until I gave birth to Phil.

Even though Edward said he could love me in any capacity, I didn’t think I’d be able to fully perform as Mona. I missed being myself. I missed being Rose. I was a ten-year-old girl who survived a genocide and then enslavement for eight years. I was the girl who met her true love when she thought all hope was lost. Rose was a survivor and a fighter, not Mona. Mona was just a disguise, not a living person. Her existence was a result of a witch’s magic, while Rose’s existence was a result of sacrifice, willpower, and the most genuine vitality.

“Alpha, I want to be Rose again. I don’t want to be a body created by magic again. I am the daughter of Southern Wilderness Pack’s Alpha Austin and Luna Nancy. Their deaths would be for nothing if I continued my disguise. My parents cannot die in vain. I don’t want to hide my identity anymore just because of people’s opinions. Rose always survives and perseveres.”

“Baby, I know what you’re thinking and I completely agree with your decision. Even though I’ve accepted Mona, I miss Rose too, Angel. Welcome home.” He kissed me deeply and I kissed him back just the same.

I would inform the rest of the ranked members soon, then to all the members of the pack. Everyone has the right to know the truth.

Just then, Edward’s cellphone rang. He immediately picked it up and just as quickly turned to me.

“Elder Liam, Frankie wants to meet Mona?”