In the end, Aldrich didn’t want to disappoint Maggie. He reminded her countless times to contact him immediately if she encountered any danger. With her new bodyguards by her side, Maggie made her way to the flower shop as planned.
In the cozy flower shop, Mrs. Jenkins leaned in closer to Maggie, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “Tell me, dear, how does Aldrich treat you?” She asked in a voice almost reduced to a whisper.
Maggie took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her gaze briefly dropped to the floor before meeting Mrs. Jenkins’ inquisitive eyes. “He treats me wonderfully. He prioritizes my safety and my preferences. His careful protection and unwavering loyalty are unparalleled. I can’t imagine finding another person like him,” she replied in a soft voice. “But sometimes I can’t help but feel it’s because I’m carrying his offspring. If not for that, I doubt he would choose me. Our social statuses are vastly different.”
Mrs. Jenkins folded her hands, her face revealing a look of wisdom and understanding. “Dear, you mustn’t underestimate your own worth,” she said gently yet firmly. “It’s not that you don’t measure up to Aldrich; on the contrary, your bloodline is very noble.”
Touched by Mrs. Jenkins’ words, a faint smile played on Maggie’s lips. “Do you really think so?” she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. “Sometimes it feels like you cherish and value me more than anyone else.”
Mrs. Jenkins shook her head, her gray hair gently swaying. “Oh, dear, I assure you I’m not exaggerating,” she replied, retrieving a glittering spherical energy bead from an old box on the counter and handing it to Maggie. “Hold onto this Energy bead tightly. It carries the ancestral power bestowed upon us by our beloved moon goddess.”
As Maggie accepted the Energy bead, her eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation. Its smooth surface pressed against her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her veins. Mrs. Jenkins closed her eyes and softly chanted an ancient incantation, her words carrying a mysterious air.
When Maggie held the Energy bead, a blinding white light emanated from her hand, enveloping her in a heavenly radiance. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her face was filled with awe and wonder.
Unbeknownst to them, the four powerful bodyguards stationed outside the flower shop suddenly felt a surge of energy coursing through them. Their muscles twitched, and they let out primal roars from their throats. It was as if they were undergoing an awakening, becoming even more powerful.
Mrs. Jenkins realized the gravity of the situation and quickly returned the Energy bead to its protective box. Her expression was filled with concern and a sense of responsibility. “We can’t let the outside wolves gain any advantage from this,” she urgently said.
Maggie was startled and quickly interjected, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Grandma, what is the principle behind this? The white light I saw in the flower shop the day I was attacked, and the white light I saw today, they seem identical.” She asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.
Mrs. Jenkins took a deep breath, preparing to reveal the long-guarded truth. “You see, dear,” she began, her voice filled with reverence and a touch of sadness, “for countless centuries, I have been a servant of Selena.” Maggie’s breath caught in her throat as her brain struggled to comprehend what Mrs. Jenkins was unveiling.
“Moon goddess Selena?” she said in awe, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Jenkins nodded solemnly, her gaze reflecting the weight of her role as a loyal servant. “Twenty years ago, Selena blessed The Blue Moon Pack with her presence, attempting to conceive. During her vulnerable pregnancy, her divine powers waned, and she was ambushed. In the chaos, she gave birth to a child-her daughter.”
Maggie’s heart quickened, drawn into the unfolding story before her. She couldn’t fathom the mystery about to be unraveled concerning her true lineage.
The old woman continued, her voice filled with sorrow and unwavering determination. “Selena entrusted her precious daughter to me and instructed me to hide her as she bravely faced relentless pursuers. However, when she returned, she found her beloved child had vanished. Selena was overwhelmed with grief and weakened by her own battles, eventually succumbing to a deep slumber.”
Mrs. Jenkins paused for a moment, her eyes carrying a sense of determination. “Before the goddess went into her eternal sleep, she commanded me to search for her daughter. In my relentless pursuit, I traveled far and wide, attempting countless methods. And now, here, in the North continent, I stand face to face with Selene’s daughter.”
“Here?” Maggie’s thoughts seemed to come to a standstill as she pointed a trembling finger at the space across from Mrs. Jenkins, which was herself. “Me?”
Her voice trembled with disbelief, and it brought tears of joy to Mrs. Jenkins, who had suppressed her emotions for decades. “Yes, Maggie, you are the daughter of the moon goddess Selena, the little mistress I’ve been tirelessly searching for all these years.”
Maggie felt her world undergoing a profound transformation. This was entirely different from being tied to Aldrich for the sake of their child! It meant her birth and existence were not a mistake. She wasn’t a forsaken and despised wanderer left by her parents. She wasn’t just a lonely orphan, left to be trampled upon!
“Grandma… Mrs. Jenkins, are you absolutely certain you haven’t mistaken me for someone else?” Maggie tightly held Mrs. Jenkins’ hand, her eyes nearly brimming with tears. She couldn’t bear the despair of having hope given to her, only to have it shattered once again.
Mrs. Jenkins nodded solemnly, gripping Maggie’s hand in response. “Silly child, if I weren’t one hundred percent sure, how could I reveal these profound secrets to you? You’ve suffered over the years, and if the moon goddess knows I’ve found you, she’ll be overjoyed.”
Maggie furrowed her brow, her face a mix of surprise and worry. “So, you’re saying my mother has been searching for me all along?” she asked, her voice laced with hope and uncertainty.
Mrs. Jenkins nodded solemnly, her expression bearing witness to Selene’s unwavering love and relentless pursuit. “Indeed, dear. Selene never gave up hope of reuniting with you-her beloved daughter. She followed every lead and was driven by an unyielding determination to bring you back to her loving embrace.”
Maggie’s thoughts swirled in the weight of this news, and her emotions danced in conflicting thoughts. She had always believed herself to be an orphan and never questioned one extraordinary fact: she was not just anyone but the daughter of the revered moon goddess Selena herself.
As the weight of her sacred lineage and the deep bond with her mother descended upon her, doubt transformed into reverence. A newfound sense of purpose flowed through her veins, standing at the precipice of her extraordinary destiny. Maggie couldn’t help but wonder about the mysterious circumstances that led to her separation from her mother and the extraordinary path now shimmering with the radiance of her true lineage.