Alpha's Regret the Luna is Secret Heiress (by Sylvia) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 14: The Mother’s Legacy–1

Chapter 14: The Mother’s Legacy

(Olivia’s POV)

The snow had just stopped falling over Riverdale. The sky cleared to a brilliant blue, making the snow–laden trees sparkle like they were covered in diamonds.

I remember that day so vividly. I was only twelve, sitting in the backseat of my father’s car as we drove to pick up my mother from the hospital. The doctors had finally released her to come

home.

My father, Richard Winters, gripped the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles were white with tension. The silence between my parents was heavy, almost suffocating, but I didn’t notice it then. I was too busy fogging up the window with my breath, using my finger to draw pictures

on the glass.

“Look, Mama!” I chirped happily, pointing to my creation. “It’s us!”

I had drawn our family of three–stick figures holding hands under a smiling sun. My heart was overflowing with joy. Mama was finally coming home.

My mother turned in her seat to look at my childish artwork. Something flickered across her face–a shadow of pain that I was too young to recognize. Her beautiful amber eyes, so like my own, quickly reddened with unshed tears.

She quietly wiped them away before I could notice, forcing a gentle smile to her pale lips.

“Your birthday is coming soon, Livvy,” she said softly. “What present would you like?”

I continued drawing on the foggy window, adding a house with smoke curling from the

chimney.

“Mama, I want a wolf figurine,” I replied without looking up.

“A wolf figurine?” My mother sounded puzzled. “Do you mean a carving?”

I shook my head eagerly, finally turning to face her. “No, it’s a ceramic wolf! I want a light blue

ceramic wolf.”

My eyes sparkled with excitement as I explained, “Becky said there’s a new DIY workshop on Moon Street. We can buy an unpainted ceramic wolf and color it ourselves!”

“Last week, Becky and Jason went and painted two really cute figurines,” I added, bouncing

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My mother’s smile grew gentler, more genuine. “Alright, whatever my Livvy wants, Mama will

do with you.”

On my twelfth birthday, heavy snow blanketed Riverdale again. My mother and I walked hand

in hand into the DIY workshop, our footprints marking a trail behind us in the fresh snow.

We had pre–ordered a plain ceramic wolf figurine. The owner handed it over immediately, and

my mother and I sat at a small table by the window, carefully selecting colors and brushes.

Together, we painted the figurine light blue–my favorite color. My mother’s hands were thin

and trembling slightly, but her brushstrokes were still precise and elegant. It was our first ever

joint creation.

When we finished, I held up the figurine to the light, turning it this way and that to admire our

work.

“It’s beautiful, Mama! Even prettier than I imagined!”

My mother smiled, her amber eyes soft with love. “It is beautiful, just like you.”

Afterward, we stopped at a nearby bakery and bought a small chocolate cake with strawberries–my favorite. My mother carried the cake in one hand and held my tiny palm in the other as we trudged through the swirling snow toward the parking lot where my father

waited.

Suddenly, she stopped walking. I looked up at her, confused.

She turned to gaze at me with such deep tenderness that even my young heart recognized something important was happening. Her breath formed small clouds in the cold air as she whispered, “Livvy, Mama loves you. Loves you very, very much.”