58 - DEVLIN

Two hours.

Sometimes, even though I’m sure I would regret it, I can’t help but wonder what Corbyn is thinking about.

Does he feel genuine emotions? Or is he literally sitting there with a blank mind and nothing running through his head?

It’s been two hours since he switched places with Trent and he’s done nothing but sit on the chair across from me and watch me.

It’s given me time to process what he said, ‘a woman who had an affair with the Alpha… it was my mother… ’

He must look a lot like his mother, where Trent looks more like their father.

Their… father.

He has so many of Gavin’s mannerisms, but those could have been developed from growing up here. It’s impossible to tell if Corbyn is lying, but while he’s never told me the whole truth… he’s never lied to me, either.

It would make him the rightful Alpha, Gavin’s first born… and Corbyn doesn’t seem like the type to let that go.

I jump a little when there’s a knock at the door, but not him… never him.

The Darling’s are the l