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“So she doesn’t know that Phoebe is a werewolf.” Alex’s words are filled with even more tension now, and I shake my head, giving him an “of course not” kind of look.
I also only pieced together who Emily—Morgan—was yesterday, so why on earth would I tell a woman I assumed was human that my daughter can turn into a werewolf?
I’ve not told anyone for the exact same reason I hid my “visions” from everybody, too. I do not want anyone thinking I’ve got mental health issues that would risk me losing Phoebe.
“Well, fuck.” Ben’s the one to utter these, but it’s echoed by both Alex and Topher.
My heart skips a beat, and I tighten my grip on Phoebe. Seb takes a step closer to the counter, resting his hands on the edge of the bench, and the concern across his face matches what each of my three mates that I have a bond to feel.
“What?”
“Morgan might have no claim over the pack, but after Ethan, she’d have the biggest claim to Phoebe,” Topher says, eyeing up his brothers, before giving me a soft smile. “It’s been a very long time since we knew her, and she’s clearly spent the last ten years in hiding. As much as we’re happy to find out she’s alive... it does bring far too many questions and concerns, especially where our daughter is concerned.”
“Which is why we should face the Grey’s head on,” Alex hisses, and I gasp, looking between him and Topher.
I thought it was Topher who wanted to do that irrational plan.
“We’ve got four weeks or so until this gala of yours, right, princess?” Topher asks, and I nod. He smiles in response before turning a keen eye onto his brother. “Then we can get through today, and then make a plan, Alexander. Like it or not, we took over as alphas to this pack, and they need our support right now.”
“And you just want us to pretend like our world hasn’t fully shifted?” Alex snarls, and I flinch at the venom in his tone.
“Lose the attitude.” Seb’s words are flat, but they don’t leave room for any argument.
“You’re one to talk after what you did last night,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. I clutch Phoebe to my chest as Seb lets the loudest growl loose and slams his hands onto the counter. Topher’s at my side immediately, moving me and Phoebe behind him as Alex and Ben jump to their feet.
The latter is breathing raggedly, his eyes flickering back and forth, and I press myself further into Topher, not sure what’s happening right now.
Seb seems furious, and there’s concern in all three of my mate’s emotions. I’m not sure what’s going on or why they’re acting like I need defending from Seb.
I know that he’d never hurt me. That none of them would ever hurt me.
“Enough,” Topher commands, his tone calm and steady. “I thought we handled this last night or I’d never have allowed you to talk with our mate and daughter present.”
“You’re not the only one who gets to make decisions, Christopher,” Alex says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Alex is usually the peacekeeper of the group, so I’m a little confused that he’s being so aggressive here.
Alex gives me a soft and apologetic look. “I’m sorry, little butterfly. I’m not trying to upset you or cause any extra stress for you. We’re not dealing very well, and we can’t identify a good enough plan of how to move forward.”
“I can never begin to understand how hard this is for you all,” I say, keeping my tone soft. The men in front of me move out of the way slightly, and I make a move back to my seat.
“No, you can’t.” Ben’s words are simple, and I ignore the flash of hurt I feel.
“But with that said,” Alex says, his tone changing as he stops addressing me and glares at his brother. “You’re being an asshole, and you know it. It’s not your way or the highway, and we need to come up with a proper plan.”
“You’re not the only one reeling from a shock, Alexander,” Topher snaps. “Get your head screwed on and look at the bigger picture.”
“Go,” Seb says, looking at me sternly. His brows are furrowed, and not a hint of a smile graces his lips.
I frown, an uncomfortable pressure building in my chest as I look away from his eyes and take in the angry stance of each of my mates. Whilst I know they’d not harm me or Phoebe, there’s a tension in the air that I’m not used to existing.
“Go,” he repeats, and a shiver wracks down my body. “Not safe.”
“What isn’t safe?” I whisper, my heart pounding.
“Me.” He steps closer to me, gently tugs me out from behind Topher, and slowly turns me towards the door. “Us.”
“How?” Phoebe whines, and I adjust her from the left side to the right, and nobody even seems to breathe as I do. I pull away from Seb and look at each of them. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Alex says, and whilst the words should be reassuring, they’re firm and hard, just like his stance. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and there’s no hint of warmth in his hazel eyes.
