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“I am not in the mood for more of your lies; now answer me,” he growls.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? You are not my Alpha. I will not tolerate you talking to me like some child that needs a scolding. Now back up,” I tell him, glaring. His aura slips out, and the only thing keeping me upright is his body pressed against mine.
A whimper escapes my lips, having forgotten just how powerful an Alpha aura is when directed at you in anger, and he is angry. No, that isn’t a strong enough word. He’s livid.
“Don’t test me, Everly. You know exactly who I am and what I am capable of. Just remember, if you want to leave here with my son, you better start speaking,” he warns. Marcus comes up behind him and grips his arm. My eyes dart to him over Valen’s shoulder.
“Valen, calm down,” Marcus whispers to him, and he growls but steps back. I breathe deeply when his aura slips off me, allowing me to stand without wanting to collapse in a heap at his feet.
“How?” Alpha Valen says, leaning on the counter. He looks over his shoulder at our son, who is unaware of the tension behind him.
“Gee, I don’t know, Valen. Crept into your bed and left without saying a word?”
“What?” he growls, and I scoff. Is he really that stupid? He runs his hand down his face before rubbing his temples.
“Explain. Why would you not tell me?” he growls.
“I did tell you—same as I told you I wasn’t a rogue whore.”
“I am pretty sure I would remember if I had a son, Everly. Don’t bullshit me; it’s bad enough you fed that shit to our son,” he snarls.
“I did tell you. I also fucking tried to tell you the night you kicked me out of your Packhouse in the fucking rain with our newborn son, I tried to tell you when I was pregnant. Twice. What did you expect me to do? Beg and plead for you to believe me? Because I fucking tried that too, but your secretary kept telling me to fuck off and that she would put a restraining order on me.”
“Was I drunk?”
“Which time? Most of our encounters were when you were obliterated. Not my issue that you’re an alcoholic. I did my part.”
“You are so frustrating. You kept my son from me. My son is rogue because of you,” he snaps, pointing an accusing finger at me. I growl at him, and he laughs, tossing his hands in the air.
“Laugh, go on. You think it’s funny? You thought it was funny when I told you I was pregnant too, laughed like it was the funniest thing you ever heard.”
He stops, staring at me.
“There is no way I would have ignored someone telling me they were pregnant,” he says.
“‘I would never sleep with a seventeen-year-old, especially a mongrel related to Alpha John’. Well newsflash, asshole, you did!” I spit at him.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s what you said, then laughed and hung up on me. I tried to call you back and you said if I ever called with my lies again, you would skin me alive—that you wouldn’t be associated with a mutt of Alpha John’s,” I tell him before looking back at my son on the couch.
“No, wait, repeat that. What did you just say?” he says, looking like his brain is too slow to process information in real-time.
Fuck, does this fool have amnesia to go with his OCD? What a messed-up combination that would be, though, I would like watching him clean the same spot repeatedly. However, I shake that thought away when he steps closer, and I’m forced to take a step back.
“Your last name is Summers,” he states.
“It is now—it’s my mother’s maiden name—my father stripped me of his name the day he stripped me of my title because I got pregnant by you; my father refused to have a rogue whore for a daughter, just like you refused to believe you had fathered the child of mutt,” I tell him.
Alpha Valen stares at me. “You are not an Alpha; I would feel it if you were,” he says, folding his arms across his chest.
“I’ve been a rogue for five fucking years—my aura is gone now. You sticking your dick in every bitch you came across for the past four and half years made sure my aura was obliterated. My aura is non-existent because of you,” I say through gritted teeth, all the anger from the past five years threatening to spill over.
“What are you talking about?” he snaps.
I snarl. What part wasn’t he getting? I shove past Valen before grabbing Marcus by the collar of his shirt and slamming my lips against a startled Beta, who has his hands up in the air. Valen staggers, clutching his stomach, and I release Marcus, who looks like he’s about to faint at what I did. Turning to Valen, I point at him.
“Now imagine how bad that would hurt if I fucked him too,” I growl at him. Valen’s fists clench at his sides, and Marcus puts up his hands, taking a step away from him and me.
