The other Alpha starts to demand my attention. “Eva, your name is Eva? How old are you?”
I’m being dragged in three directions.
“Yes, my name is Eva. I am twenty-five years old. Aiden, I drove us here…” I want to explain to him what happened but the other Alpha interrupts me again. He quickly looks between me and his son, with alarm filling his eyes.
“Is your mother Rose?” How does he know my mother? When I nod, his face turns white. “Evangelina?”
No one calls me Evangelina. I changed my name when I was old enough because of the teasing and bullying. My mother would occasionally call me it when she was being dramatic, but no one else ever used it.
“How do you know my name? Who are you?” But he doesn’t answer me; he roars at his son instead.
“Get your hands off her. That’s my daughter.”
I fall to the floor as Junior releases me with a look of disgust on his face. I’m his daughter? Aiden’s enemy is my father? I look over to Aiden and see the same look of disgust in his eyes too. It breaks my heart to see him looking at me in such a way. It’s the same look Ryan used to give me, and now I disgust Aiden too.
There is banging and crashing, and the doors are kicked in and windows smash as Onyx River wolves fill the hall. Aiden’s sister Amber is dressed for combat, wielding long curved swords and Salma is behind her with a gun cocked.
Despite the commotion, I’m still focused on what Alpha Xavier just said.
“I’m human, you can’t be my father.” He smiles at me and amongst the fighting and devastation going on around us, he seems entranced by me.
“My little girl, after all this time. I never thought I would ever get to meet you. I know your name because I named you, that was the one thing your mother allowed me.”
The room goes silent and everyone looks at us. “This is your brother, Xavier Junior; Junior, come and meet your sister.” When I look over to everyone else, Beta Preston and Lieutenant Amber are both looking at me with the same disgust as Aiden. Salma looks shocked and it all feels overwhelming.
I can’t take any more of the judgement, so I flee the hall, racing out of the packhouse before anyone can stop me, and that’s where I bump into Alejandro.
“Eva! Thank God you’re safe, where are you going?” he asks when I jump into the buggy car.
“Is Summer still at the Morales’?” He nods and I drive off without a backward glance, to collect my daughter and demand answers from my mother. She has a lot of explaining to do.