Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

Slater

"I know it’s hard, Dad, but accepting that Charis is your bastard son, Eamon was the best decision. It’s the only thing that would keep her safe."

My father sighed heavily in the desk chair, rubbing his temples. After a long moment, he looked up. "If this blows up in our faces... can we even trust Vale?"

"It won’t," I cut him off. "He’s a student now based on recommendation and not by you. We need to give Mom a heads-up about it and hope she understands, but this is the only way to keep her safe."

"I’ll try," my dad nodded, "but your mother will not like this. I can know for sure."

So, the truth was that Headmistress Vale had implored my father to let Charis keep using our surname and pack affiliation. She knew Charis was a girl, too. But Charis had lied to me about that.

"You still love her?" My dad asked suddenly, studying my face.

My eyes dropped to my clasped hands.

"Yeah," I nodded after a pause. "It’s difficult to hate her, even though I want to. She thought Riley was some girl I was cheating on her with. Someone sent her pictures, and I’m willing to bet it was her father. He was never in support of our union."

"That’s not enough reason to break up with someone, Slater," my father said gently. "You two dated for two years, and you were fated mates. That kind of bond doesn’t just fall apart overnight because she saw you with a woman."

"She was pregnant, Dad," I said. "The hormones, the fear, made her cranky all the time. She would cry at the drop of a hat and scream at me for breathing too loudly. I was looking forward to becoming a dad, you know."

My dad sighed, folding his arms across his chest. "What happened to the baby? Do you know?"