Page 30 of Fated to Her

She may be my sister, but right now, I want to slap the stupidity out of her.

“Exactly, Eli, it has been three hundred and fifty years. He has changed. He just wants forgiveness.”

I scoff. “How much? How much does he want?”

“He doesn’t want money, Eli. He just wants to get to know us, be a part of our lives,” Emery pleads, yet how could she even speak to him after what he did—what he was going to do?

“How long have you been speaking with him? Don’t you think it is a little odd that he just comes back after three hundred and fifty fucking years?”

“I reached out to him a few months ago. I was curious, and we spoke. I told him I was moving, and he offered to help,” she says, sitting on the edge of her black desk.

“Is this why you wanted me to come here?” I ask her.

She looks away guiltily.

“You may forgive him, but I never will. Keep him away from Adeline, or I’ll kill the bastard.”

“Eli, he is our father.”

“He is no father of mine,” I tell her, heading for the door to go back home to my mates.

“Mom died. She died three months ago,” she says, and I halt, my hand on the door. I glance back at her over my shoulder.

“He just wants to make things right, Eli.”

“It doesn’t change anything. He still did what he did. How can you forgive him? After everything he did? He had his pack hunt us for years, Emery. He was willing to kill his own kids.”

“Eli, just wait…”

I ignore her, instead stalking out and slamming her door. I make my way to the foyer before heading out the glass doors. My phone rings just as I step outside the doors. It’s Cyrus.

“Everything okay? It’s 4 AM.”

“No, something isn’t right. Just get home,” he says, hanging up.

I look over at the truck and spot Calum helping carry the furniture inside. “Calum, run me home,” I tell him.

He stops what he is doing and runs over. “Yes, Alpha.”

I shake my head. “I’m not your Alpha anymore.”

“That won’t change for some of us. Emery is our Alpha now, but only because you allow her to be.”

He pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the car parked in front of the truck.

“This moving at night is bullshit,” he says as we climb in the car.

“Unfortunately, that is what happens. Trucks would block the streets and bank up traffic. I don’t understand why she insists on having a packhouse in the center of the city.”

He nods, turning down a street. “You look pissed off.”

“You’re surprised?”

“No, I find it odd, too. Why now? Why, after all these years?”

“God knows. Just keep an eye on him for me. I don’t trust him. Something is up.”

Calum loves my sister, even if she is too blind to see it. He’s a good man and would be a good mate for her if she would just choose one.