39. Untold Story

Athena's POV

"What?" I exclaimed. An intense shock ran through my spine, making me stare vaguely at his bald head. My mind couldn’t digest what I just heard.

Mr. Styles was my father. Not that I regarded him as one.

He kept wailing and holding on to my arms when all I expected of him was to clarify the bomb of a news he threw at me without caution.

“Your mother died the night she had you. I was left alone with a kingdom to rule and a child to look after.” He was finally talking, although with a broken voice.

Most of his words were slathered with persistent sniffing and coughing, but not enough to miss any detail.

My mother died? Who then was Olivia Styles? What nonsense was the Shaman speaking? My mind raced, an obvious confusion written all over me.

“Then there was a war after I announced the death of your mother. I was drunk that night. Our pack was still a budding pack and there were just a few warriors. We couldn’t win the battle.” he paused and resumed his incessant sob. I stood