Page 47 of Fated Alpha Baby

The pack won’t accept it.

That’s why I must leave before you become alpha.

This is the best thing for both of us.

Except, it wasn’t the best thing. Her choices left a gap of eight years between us, during which our daughter grew up without me.

I start thinking back to what Dorothy said about Hannah being banished from the pack. Dorothy says she saw it, too, and I trust Dorothy’s visions as the seer. She’s been an invaluable asset to us in the war against the demons, alerting us to impending trouble along our boundary lines long before it comes, saving lives because of it.

I trust Dorothy with my life because, for most of my life, she was like a mother to me.

But what if what she saw wasn’t the truth?

What if Hannah manipulated her visions and changed the narrative of her story to make it appear like she was the one who was wronged?

I can’t put it past Hannah when she just admitted to using a potion that hid Clarissa’s wolf from the coven.

Who knows what else she’s capable of?

If anything, it is my daughter I need to protect from her.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I’m going to make sure Clarissa doesn’t get twisted in Hannah’s web of lies. She may be her mother, but I am Clarissa’s father, and the alpha of this pack.

What I say goes.

And I’ll be damned if my daughter is ruined by Hannah’s complications.

Chapter 14 - Hannah

Breakfast is on the table, and Conan is nowhere to be seen.

Not that I was expecting him to join us. After all, I only prepared two plates.

“Will the mister be coming, Mommy?” Clarissa asks, and I pause when I’m about to lift my fork.

“His name is Conan, and he’s the alpha of this pack, Bug.”

Clarissa watches me carefully. “He’s like Nico’s dad?”

I nod. “Yes. An alpha. The leader of this pack. And I don’t think—”

Our conversation cuts abruptly when Conan enters the kitchen and says nothing when he grabs an apple from the fruit basket and walks away without a word. Both Clarissa and I are silent until he leaves through the front door, and then she giggles when he’s gone.

“Yeah. He is like Nico’s dad. Grumpy.”

I can’t help but giggle, too, even if a flicker of remorse clutches my chest for a brief second. Conan is either angry about this morning, about me avoiding him, or still angry that I kept Clarissa a secret from him.

Either way, he’s upset.

But so am I.

I’m upset with myself. I can’t believe I threw myself at him so easily last night. What was I thinking?

It’s not like one night of passion could ever remove what happened between us in the past.

And it was all because he broke the promise he made to me.