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“Louise?”
“Wait, what did you say his name was?” the old woman asks, turning slightly and glancing at Louise.
“Alpha Axton,” I tell her, and the woman looks at me.
“So you’re the prick that did Elena dirty?” she says, turning slightly.
The barrel of the gun moves with her and aims at the car. The next second, another loud bang goes off as she shoots the front of the car, the bullet creating a hole in the front grill. I jump, and Eli shrieks, and steam starts spewing out as the radiator is blown out.
“Sondra!” Louise shrieks, chasing after the old bat as she stomps down the steps toward us.
She pumps the gun again, this time blowing out the front window when Louise snatches the gun off her.
“Who the fuck is this crazy bitch?” Eli chokes out, looking at his car.
“Ah, I feel better after destroying his car,” the old woman says, glaring at me.
“It wasn’t his car,” Eli whines, clutching his hair. “It was mine!”
Eli looks like he might actually cry. I would, too. The old girl was a classic and his pride and joy.
The woman gives him a look. “Not my problem. Now get off our property. Elena won’t want you here. And push that heap of shit off the property. I don’t want it taking up space and don’t need any more yard ornaments,” she says, dismissing us with a wave of her hand when I hear babies crying while trying to piece together what the heck we’ve just walked in on.
My eyes go to the second level of the house where the open window is, the noise coming from the room urging me toward the house.
“I know that cry,” Khan says excitedly, bouncing in my head.
He is right. The sound has been playing on repeat since Elena sent us the video yesterday of Bane, his twin crying in the background. She sent us a video of each, but the cry instantly made him come forward as if he’d saved it to memory.
Lowering my gaze, I see Louise also looking away from the window. Her eyes meet mine and widen.
“Is that?” My lips part, and she glances between the room and me. Her lips part, and I know I’m right.
Louise rushes toward me, her hands grabbing my arms, but I push her back. Growls ring out loudly, and the women close in when Khan erupts from me with his own growl, warning them it won’t be pretty if they try to stop me. Louise raises her hands, telling them to stand down before blocking my path again.
“Wait, Axton. You can’t. Just wait for…”
I shove past her and run up the steps, knowing I’m right. The old bat is yelling behind me as I burst into the house, and I can hear the sound of an engine roaring up the road, but I pay it no mind, instead listening for the sound of my sons. Khan urges me toward the stairs as I step into the house.
It is huge, all open down the bottom, with stone walls and a massive stone fireplace as the main feature. It has black slate flooring and a rustic feel. Exposed beams run along the ceiling. I hear my son again, making me look toward the steps leading up.
“Axton, wait. Please, don’t do this!” Louise yells, chasing after me.
I take the steps two at a time, ignoring her, then come to the landing, glancing in both directions. I choose to go left, hearing him louder in that direction, and I follow the narrow hall, bumping my hip on a hallway table as I pass. Their cries grow louder as I move toward the door; my hand twists the handle and shoves it open.
Elena’s scent instantly hits me when my eyes fall on Luke. In his arms is one of the twins.
“Axton!” the boy gasps, but my eyes are on my son in his arms, and the woman beside him turns to face me.
She is an older woman about Elena’s mother’s age. Hearing car tires screech on the gravel outside, I glance behind me to see Louise rush back down the steps.
Moments later, footsteps on the stairs tell me someone is racing up behind me, but I don’t care. The woman steps between Luke and me, and the movement makes me growl. Khan shoves forward, and I’m about to order her to move or physically remove her when I feel an aura rush out behind me.
“Noleen, Luke, outside!” comes a command, cutting off the feral sound that leaves me.
My back straightens as the current jolts up my spine, and her voice rattles in my head. Luke sets my crying son in the crib while the woman stares behind me.
“Yes, Alpha,” the woman whimpers and rushes off.
