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Chapter 162
My ears are burning. Something inside of me is hurting and because of the blue wolfsbane, I can’t tell what it’s supposed to be. The Alpha King and I are staring at one another with disbelief. I can’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth and he can’t believe what I look like now. I think my thing should surpass his.
“You’re lying,” I step closer. The Lyc
“Perry-”
King steps between us putting his hands up to keep me from getting any closer.
“I’m not,” the Alpha King repeats. “Shit, this is not how I wanted you to find out,”
“What are you talking about? There is no fucking way-”
“Perry, why the fuck would I make this up? What do I have to gain?” he tries to step closer.
“I wouldn’t,” the king stops him. “She’s a newly shifted Lycan, Rick,”
“It’s not telepathy,” I turn away from both of them.
“What?” the Alpha King asks.
“Your power is kinetic,” it seems to click in the King’s head. “Oh, shit,”
“How do you know that?” the Alpha King asks visibly getting angry.
“Fuck,” my body is a live wire now.
Everything I’ve worked so hard to prepare for feels like it’s crashing down on me again. But it all makes sense now. Dr. Salazar tried to get me to use the telepathy using the notes from others like them and I couldn’t get a hold of it because it wasn’t the same thing.
“How the fuck do you know that?” the Alpha King demands.
“Because I have it too,” I turn around to make sure the King doesn’t give out my perfect spy skills. His eyes look down at my hands. “Everywhere. It’s not just my hands like you,”
“How do you know I have that?”
“Come on, Godrick. It’s so obvious. I’ve seen you get shot at and not get hit by people who never miss. Yours doesn’t have a color. Mine does. Why?”
“It could be the combination of our strengths,” the Lycan King answers.
“What? What strengths?” I ask.
“It’s dormant for me, but it traces back in my lineage,” he tries to explain.
“The telepathy and gundo–shots,” I read a lot about both his bloodlines and why his pelt is the pretty gray shade it is.
“We should talk about this when we don’t have company,” the King suggests.
“Fuck off,” the Alpha King scoffs. “I’m a little confused. How did you turn? I’ve been studying Lycan biology and there haven’t been any advances in turning wolves or Hellions in centuries. What the fuck is this?”
“It’s actually a Hellion law that made it happen. The triads,” The King sits down. “Her mother was attacked by a Lycan, she was mated to a half Lycan and was marked, and then I marked her,”
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“So that’s it? A triad claiming?” the Alpha king asks.
“I’m not sure. I’d have to get my expert to confirm, but it looks like it,” the King nods. “Come here, Perry. Sit down. I’ll get you some water,”
He holds out his hand for me and I go over to him. My mind feels like it’s caught in a spin. He kisses the top of my head when I sit next to him and he excuses himself. The Alpha king sits down across from me concerned etching his features and I have to look away.
“It kind of hurts that you didn’t tell me you were alive. I thought we were friends,”
“Friends don’t send friends undercover on missions that could result in them getting killed,” I growl at him. He flinches.
“I deserve that,” he nods. “If it helps, I’ve always known you would make it back. I was right,”
“I need proof,”
“Of course,” he immediately opens up the laptop on the glass table between us. His hands move expertly over the keys even as he sneaks glances up at me.
Over the years, from the moment we met, the Alpha King and I had an understanding. It would actually drive Darren insane. He would tell me the Alpha King was interested in more than being my friend. I chalked it up as Darren being a possessive asshole and it turns out I was mostly right. I never predicted that we would get along the way we did because we were connected. I mean me a princess of the court? That’s crazier than me being the Lycan Queen.
When he turns the laptop around I take my eyes off him and look down at the DNA results shared between us. I lean forward to cross–check the results and sure enough, they’re as real as me being alive.
That means Amelia Nelson was never my mother. It means my father had me suppress my wolf as a beta because he was protecting me. It means my entire life was fucked because my asshole dad couldn’t keep his fucking cock in his pants. I went fucking feral because I genuinely believed I was a beta and tried to help myself the way a beta does. I could have saved my wolf if I had known.
“Fuck,” I shout and the laptop flies across the room. “How did you find out?”
“You’re not going to like the answer, Perry,” he shakes his head.
“Godrick,” I warn him. He smiles and shakes his head.
“I wanted you,” he admits.
“Excuse me?”
“I’d never met anyone who could keep up with me intellectually, Perry. I knew you were mated. When we were in Afghanistan you bled on my jacket. You fucking saved me. I couldn’t think about anything else as I carried you back to base. I ran your DNA to see how bad it would be if I were to break your connection to Phurry,”
“What the fuck, Godrick?” I stare back at him in disbelief.
“I know,” he laughs like it’s funny. “But I didn’t and I found this. I started looking into your Dad’s case. He was my aunt’s guard before he became a Knight. He became a Knight so that when he proposed to her, my grandfather wouldn’t be opposed. I found some of her journals under the floorboards in Mel’s room. I can give them to you. She loved him. I just wanted to help,”
“I need some space from you. Leave,”
“Okay,” he stands up. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, Perry. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt. I understand,
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“No, you don’t. How can you possibly understand?” I growl at him. Hurt crosses his features but he simply nods and walks
away.
“You’re not an only child, Perry,” he says from behind me, “If Tripping the bandaid off, I might as well tear the whole thing off. Her name is Bethany. She’s older than you. Alpha of Petals in the Moonlight. If you can recover what’s in the laptop. It’s under the Perry restoration file,”
“Just go,” tears stream down my face as I stare at the place he had been sitting in.
Moments later, the King returns with a glass of water as promise. He sits next to me and holds the glass out for me to take. I accept it and take a sip.
“This is not how I expected your return to play out,” he says gently.
“What did you expect?” I pull the plastic over the glass table and sit the glass cup on top. This is really pretty and I don’t want to dirty it. “You’re going to need coasters if you’re going to keep it clean,”
“Fuck the table,” he turns my head so I can face him. “I expected to bring you back here. Show you around so you can see how much progress we’ve made. Then I wanted to take you on my desk,” he points over at it where the laptop is all smashed up. “To show you how much I miss you,”
“Can we skip the other stuff until tomorrow and get to the last part?”
He smirks, gently caressing my bottom lip.
“You definitely get that from your promiscuous father,” he jokes. If it were anyone else, I would have punched him straight in the mouth, but I find myself laughing with him.
“You’re a piece of shit,” I shake my head.
“I learned from the best, Princess,” he grins.
“Do not call me that. I am not and never have been,” I shove his face. He growls pulling me into him. He lifts me and settles me over his lap.
“The important thing is that you’re now my Queen and my Queen needs to be taught a fucking lesson,” he nips at my neck.
Like before when his hand was around my throat, my body responds. The sound that comes out of me when his massive hand cracks across my ass makes him growl and I find myself pinned to the couch. His eyes bore into mine and for the first time since letting him touch me, I don’t feel sick to my stomach or any of the guilt that came with giving over to someone who isn’t Darren.
“If one of us isn’t bleeding at the end of this, we did something wrong,” I laugh.
“That right there should probably be the motto of our legacy, Little Wolf,”
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