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“I don’t want to argue. Just think about it.” He sighs, moving around, and I see him walking through the house.
“So what did Sondra say?” He asks, and I chew my lip, wondering if he knows his mother had a twin sister.
“Elena?” He asks, walking into some room when he sits down.
“I don’t want to upset you,” I admit. Axton sighs, and I notice he is in bed when he leans against the headboard.
“So she told you about your father and how she knows mine?”
“Not about my father, but she mentioned your mother,” I tell him, and his face changes on the screen, and all I see are his tattooed shoulders and face showing he sat up.
“My mother? What did she say?”
“That your mother was sold to your father to settle a debt, and that your father claimed she was his mate?” Axton sighs.
“Yeah, my mother never spoke of her father. I knew her father sold her to mine when she was a teenager, and they are mates; he was just a shitty one. She didn’t realize until she was of age that what he claimed was true.” He shrugs.
“Did you know she was a twin?” Axton’s brows furrow.
“She was an only child. Her mother died giving birth to her. Well, that’s what my father told me.” I shake my head, relaying everything. Axton seems shocked and confused. He lets me speak, barely adding anything until I’m done when he asks the one question I hoped he wouldn’t.
“I still don’t understand how Sondra knows all this. I know she knows Marco, but she is human. And why didn’t Marco ever say anything to me?” He growls.
“Probably because he was protecting his brother,” I told him reluctantly.
“Floyd?” I nod my head, pausing.
“So it is the same person. Floyd was her father.”
“You were right. Floyd was her father and Sondra’s husband, your grandfather. She admitted he was a werewolf. It’s why Sondra helped us, because she couldn’t save Petra, Mary, or your mother, Phaedra.”
Axton grits his teeth.
Chapter Thirty
“I thought he was her father, but the rest I didn’t know; I only met him once when I was really young and caught glimpses of him a few other times. But my mother was always careful, and we were never home when my father dealt with him, or she kept me away from him the few times he came to the house. She never openly admitted he was her father. But I overheard Marco refers to my mother as his niece once and reference Floyd. Mom got all weird, so I never asked. I can’t believe they’re the same person. Although it makes sense why my mother hated Floyd.”
“But she said nothing else?” Axton asks, and I shake my head when I feel Noleen open up the mind link, only it cuts out a second later. I try to open it again. “Elena!” She says quickly, only for it to cut out.
“Everything ok?” Axton asks.
“Hang on. One of my Pack members tried to open the link.”
“Tried?”
“Yeah, she cut out. Wait, a second. I’ll find out what she wants.” I stand up, glancing toward the window, when pain suddenly ripples through my chest, dropping me to my knees.
“Elena?” Axton worries when I drop the phone. My chest burns when the pain worsens, stealing my breath before it vanishes completely. Gasping for air, I reach for the window ledge, pulling myself up, but I instantly know what the feeling is. I just lost a pack member, Noleen. I instantly try to reach Michelle. The link is there, but it won’t open.
Opening the window, I stick my head out and sniff the air, noticing the scent of his pack in the air. “Mom?” I call out to her as she peers out at the fields when she drops the box of deserts at her feet. The cupcakes roll across the grass, and her eyes go to Luke, who is at the trash cans, throwing the last couple of bags away.
“Luke, get inside!” She screams, running over to him. She grabs him, shoving him toward the house, and I see the other women turn to look at her when they all drop what they’re doing and start rushing the kids toward their homes.
“Elena!” Axton panics as I peer out into the darkness, trying to catch my breath. I grip the windowsill and lean out. Only when I do, do I see eyes glowing back at me in the distance.
“Axton?” I panic and my eyes go to the crib where our boys are sleeping. My heart palpitates in my chest.
“Elena? What’s going on?” I stumble for an answer because I’m not completely sure. But why is he here? And how did he find us? Turning my gaze away, I look to the driveway; I can just make out a car racing toward us with its headlights off.
