THE ALPHA PRINCE SECRET BABIES

scarlett Particles of dust float through the air, illuminated by the sun breaking through the stained glass windows. This of all places is where that lying, manipulative stepmom of mine decided to have the burial ceremony of my dad. My eyes cut to the woman in question, lips twisting at the sight. Her copper hair is curled into a perfect coiffure, with a black veil draped over her face, hiding the perfect, elegant makeup beneath. She holds a lace handkerchief to her face, sobbing into the soft material. Her daughter, Ria, is tucked against her side, her shoulders shaking lightly. Despite the fact that we’re family, I sit as far away from them as physically possible without outwardly snubbing them. Her crocodile tears are too much to handle at this moment. I avert my gaze, my stomach twisting at the mockery, and anger rises in my throat, choking me with her every sob. How anyone could believe her lies is beyond me. My eyes bore into the pews. I swear the heat from my gaze could burn a

My sobs finally subsided, and I curled into my parents’ warm, comforting embrace. The three of us sat there for a moment before the acrid smell of the burning pancakes wafted through the large kitchen. The screeching of the fire alarm pierces my ears, and I slap my hands over them.Blinking in shock, I’m pulled from my memories with my hands still clasped over my ears, the sound not a figment of my imagination. No a large raven perches in the tree above me. Its caws ring out through the cool air like the piercing alarm from my memories. The ferocity of the wind through the trees marks the beginning sign of a storm finally showing itself, as the raven lets loose another caw. Its black plumage ruffles as it spreads its wings, preparing to fly. Wings flapping, it leaps from the branch to take flight. I expect the bird to fly off into the sky to find shelter, but its feathers flutter until it perches on top of the carved stone. Its eyes meet mine for a moment, and a sense of ancient all-kno

Soon we will have another adventure,I promise her. But neither of us believe it. My life is about to become a whole hell of a lot more complicated. I just hope I don’t have anything too daunting waiting for me ahead. And with that thought, the ray of sun blinks out of sight, dark shadows replacing it as the storm clouds catch up with me. A branch cracks beneath my foot as I shift my weight, and I pause mid step. A flash of white a few trees over catches my eye and I shift my direction, heading towards the swath of fabric flapping in the increasingly violent winds. My fingers wrap around it, taking care to pull it gently from the branch it’s been tethered to, and a smile plays on my lips. Ryan must have left this for me, saving me from walking through the front door completely nude. Although it isn’t an uncommon occurrence in our world, I’m grateful for the consideration after living outside of the shifter community for so many years. I slip the airy fabric over my head, glad for any

“Yes, this all happened shortly after you left.” His teeth grind, seeming to hold back painful memories along with his aggression. “The alpha’s son took over at eighteen, and with both the Lions and the second wolf pack, we’ve struggled to keep our stronghold, Scarlet. We’re still at the top, but barely.”This all started just after my mother died, while my father was attempting to cope with the loss of his mate. No wonder the Weavers pack had time to grow. My father was in a state of shock for years, and had even married my stepmom while still in that catatonic state. And I had seen the disgust and disdain he held for her and himself once he regained some of his clarity.I wish I could’ve hated him for it. I wish I could have revolted against him long ago. But I couldn’t, not when I too went through the same thing, using alcohol and sex to mask the pain. Not when I was the reason his mate was taken from him too soon.“So my father saw this and struck an agreement with the Weavers pac

As we reach them, one guard inclines his head before exiting back to the alcove. The other gestures to the room he holds the door open to, and I glance inside a large office, the desk a simplistic modern design of black stone, the walls painted in a stark white to contrast.“Alpha Weavers will be here momentarily,” the guard says, bowing deeply. I give him a sharp nod in thanks, and he retreats further down the hall, not taking his eyes off of us. Be grudgingly, I step into the room, wishing the guard hadn’t been so vigilant and had given us some time to snoop around the hallway. Perhaps not the best impression if we were caught, but any information I could get on this man beforehand can only help. I will not hesitate to break this alliance if I find any reason whatsoever not to trust him.we both situate ourselves on the far side of the room so that if anyone were to come in shooting, they would need to open the door fully, giving us a head start to retrieve our own weapons. Two chai