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LENA.

“What cost?” I asked as soon as we walked into her living room. I didn't know why I followed her, curiosity I guess. Her living room was quite scanty. There was no television and the painting looked like it was peeling off. Okay, why should I believe her when her house looks like this.

Moreover Jenna was a neurosurgeon, how could she ever be friends with someone like this who stayed in a middle-class environment. Her house didn't look nice too, looked like she didn't have any money to repair damaged areas.

There was a frame on the wall. It contained herself and a lady who looked like her. It was her daughter, There was no doubt.

“That’s my daughter. Her name is Leilani.” She walked over to the frame. She paused in front of it and then caressed the photo. She sounded sad like she was dead.

“Where…” I paused starting to feel guilty for bashing her in my mind. She didn't deserve that especially because she had lost a daughter.

“Where is she?” I finally the gut to ask. She tu
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  • My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor.    98

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  • My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor.    97

    LENA. The club was not as crowded as I thought it would be. Great, I needed some alone time to actually do this shit. I needed alcohol too, to get myself together. To get the plan right and do what needed to be done. This was completely against all I believe in, I had promised Scott’s aunt, Lucia that I was going to help. Her plans wasn't right. It was rough and all shades of wrong yet I was going to use liquor to make me feel like it wasn't so bad. I could do this. I could help her. Help Leilani, her daughter. And suddenly, I felt cold sweep over me. It was different, gave a sensation of peace yet drove me to the edge for a moment. I looked around me because that peace felt so familiar. It felt like home, one I had lost a long time ago. My eyes kept skipping around the club, the four walls of it and the corners I never would turn to on a normal day but there was nothing. And that peace; that home, it left as quickly as it came. I sighed disappointedly, grabbing another sho

  • My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor.    96

    LENA. “What cost?” I asked as soon as we walked into her living room. I didn't know why I followed her, curiosity I guess. Her living room was quite scanty. There was no television and the painting looked like it was peeling off. Okay, why should I believe her when her house looks like this. Moreover Jenna was a neurosurgeon, how could she ever be friends with someone like this who stayed in a middle-class environment. Her house didn't look nice too, looked like she didn't have any money to repair damaged areas. There was a frame on the wall. It contained herself and a lady who looked like her. It was her daughter, There was no doubt. “That’s my daughter. Her name is Leilani.” She walked over to the frame. She paused in front of it and then caressed the photo. She sounded sad like she was dead. “Where…” I paused starting to feel guilty for bashing her in my mind. She didn't deserve that especially because she had lost a daughter.“Where is she?” I finally the gut to ask. She tu

  • My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor.    95

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  • My Stepfather, My Mate, My Professor.    93

    LENA. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alexander but how come he had been with Jenny for the longest time. Even before I had my kids. Jenny once told me she was in love with a guy named Xandy. She told me how she fell in love with him. She also mentioned that he was the one I slept with; the father of my kids. Could it be that Xandy was the father of my kids and also Alexander? My mind spiraled at the thought. It couldn't be right. How was it possible? That I had slept with Alexander that night? If I had, then I would have remembered. His scent would have made me aware that it was him. Plus, the pictures and videos showed didn't tally. Alexander went crazy for years and was in the pack, how could he be in videos and pictures with Jenny? It wasn't making any sense. “Then why has Jenny been running from you and who is this new guy?” My wolf asked. I couldn't respond. I was confused as well. Mom returned to the kitchen, she walked over to the kitchen cabinet and she continued to

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