Chapter 88: Dad’s Secret
"So they kill people." Bethany muttered.
"Yep. Whenever necessary." He said nodding. "Hold up. Don’t tell me you’re shocked." His eyes searching her face.
"No. Not at all. That would be weird. We are werewolves, we kill. It happens." She said, looking up at him.
"Then why did you seem so lost in thought?" He asked.
"I just didn’t exactly picture them that way. Most people see you as the psychopath. You know, the one that kills like it’s a game." She explained, shrugging.
"You mean, you used to see me as a psychopath." He pointed, his eyes void of any emotions, worrying Beth.
"Actually, I knew very little about all of you. You had already graduated when I started high school. I had only seen you guys in passing, and never really cared about what you guys did, or what you were. I only know from what my parents say that a lot of people see you that way, but Dad always counters it, like he’s known you three since birth." She said.
"He has actually. He was the one who made sure no one found out that three sons had been born in less than two minutes. If he had failed, I’d probably be dead by now." Theo said, chuckling, his eyes distant.
"Dead?" Beth couldn’t help but ask. "Why?" She sounded really concerned, it was not making sense to her at all.
"Because, it could be considered a bad omen, and our pack had been infiltrated by enemies that period. So he made sure absolutely no one but him, the pack doctor and Father had known that Mum was in labor. She gave birth to us in a dungeon underground, and stayed there with your father and Simeon until Dad and Beta Bellingham neutralized the situation and strengthened the pack."
"Since then, he’s been like a secret father figure to us. He bought us our first school bags, and they were filled with lots of sweets." Theo smiled relieving the memory. "I had half of Tristan’s. He was a douche and we made a bet on a whim, and I won. We had so much fun with does sweets."