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“Sent to who?”
“Your father, he went to leak it to the news outlet here. Everything has to be run by the major investors of the station. Marco is one of them,”
“Wait, Sondra’s?” Axton nods his head.
“Yeah, I didn’t know Sondra existed or that she owned it or about Floyd being my mother’s father, not for sure anyway. But I knew Marco handled a lot of this city’s socials and news stations, being this is one of the city’s he maintains through the supernatural council. So when your father came in with the photo, he thought Marco would be happy to let it out, not realizing my mother was Marco’s niece, and I was like family to him. All your father knew was that Marco hated my father, he just didn’t know why. He also didn’t realize he was leaking a picture to the very man who helped cover it up.”
“Yeah, I could imagine his shock when he learned of Floyd being Marco’s brother and Sondra being the biggest stakeholder in the city since most of that is covered up by the supernatural governments. That explains though, how a human woman could have so much control.” I tell him.
“Control you now have since everything of Sondra’s is now yours,” Axton tells me, and I sigh. Just hearing that sounds daunting and leaves a target on my back.
“So, this is why you were after my father and why you leaked the sex tape?” I ask him. Axton exhales.
“Not the only reason, but part of it, yes. I needed him off the council because he was using that initially to blackmail me. When I refused, he went to take it to the local news station, Marco found it and compelled him to find out if there were any other copies, there weren’t thankfully, but your father was not happy. However, we don’t understand how your father got his hands on that picture or why it was sent to him, as far as we could tell, he had no links to the dead officer,” Axton states.
I chew my lip. That is an issue.
Chapter Sixty-Six
All night, it played on my mind. Even when I woke up, I suffered from the lingering effects of the dreams this knowledge caused. I had dreamt so many possible scenarios, my dreams plagued with nightmares of each one. I needed to figure out how everything links because I am positive there is a connection in some way.
Axton believes it doesn’t link with what is happening now, but I think it somehow does. Some incessant nagging voice in my head that for once wasn’t Lexa telling me we were missing something. Something vital. Just seems like too much of a coincidence that all Alphas are linked to Stiles, who's missing. And those same Alphas are out to stop Axton? And now me…
Axton passes me a travel cup full of steaming hot coffee. He had meetings today and is debating whether to cancel them. My mother and I still have a fair bit of packing up to do, having not finished everything yet. We still had to drag out the last of Sondra’s stuff from her room that survived Marco from the other day; we would toss everything in storage to be sorted later.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Axton asks me for the hundredth time. It’s almost like he believes I can’t survive without him holding my hand.
“Yes, it won’t take long. We’ll follow the truck back,” I tell him.
“If I finish early, I will come out and help,” he says, leaning inside the car and pecking my cheek while I start the car. I place my cup in the cup holder while he pulls his jacket on. I watch him climb in his car before reversing and heading to the borderline to pick up my mother and Luke.
This morning its particularly chilly; the rains coming, and a storm was brewing silently; I could feel it, that strange, bizarre instinct to take cover settling over me, and the faint scent of moisture in the air, the dampening smell lingering in the breeze.
I chuckle, watching Luke climb over the front seats to squeeze between the car seats, his shoulders rubbing the seats. He doesn’t seem to mind as he coos at his nephews while clicking in his seatbelt. My mother climbs in with a laundry basket of cleaning products.
“We are supposed to be emptying the place, not filling it with more junk,” I tell her as she shuts the door.
“I want to leave the place clean,” she tells me.
“Axton organized cleaners to go out there Thursday,” I remind her.
“I know, but I don’t want the cleaners to think we live like pigs,” she snaps, and I raise my eyebrows at her and chuckle. Mom was one of those people you take on holidays, and she brought a bag of cleaning products to clean the hotel room before we left. She used to be the same back home. The house would be spotless before the cleaner came, and the poor girl would scratch her head, wondering what to do. I used to tell her to make it look like she was busy, or she would usually spend time re-stacking the attic or basement to kill time.
When we reach the house, Luke helps me drag the bouncers and playpen inside to set the boys up while we get to work. Checking each room is empty while my mother frantically cleans every inch of the house. Heaven forbid the cleaners actually had to clean.
Dragging the last box from the basement, I find my mother using the broom to sweep the cobwebs from the banisters. I set the box by the front door before stopping to drink some of my now lukewarm coffee. “Did Dad ever say anything about Elder Stiles to you?” Mom stops what she is doing and glances at me, her brows furrowing in confusion.
“Not really until your father found out I owned the pack. Stiles came to me and said he believed the pack was safest in my hands; I was trying to find something to use against your father anyway,” she tells me with a shrug.
“So you didn’t know Stiles was going to report dad?” she looks at me. Clearly, this is news to her too.
“What?”
“Yeah, Stiles and Dad were arguing. That is why Stiles wanted to give you the pack.”
“No—” Mom’s brows furrow, and I can tell she is genuinely confused.
“No, I told Stiles I wanted a divorce. He said your father wouldn’t let me leave and that I needed leverage, so he overrode the system so I could send off the change of titles. I never put it in my name; I sent it off for it to be placed in your name. Your father didn’t know until after I left, he only knew about the divorce. Stiles signed the paperwork for it.” she tells me.
