Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Evie's pov* 3 years later *One. Two. Three. I counted the pancakes in my head as I set them on the plate. I open a drawer and pull out a knife, cutting them into smaller pieces. They had to be triangles, they had to be precise. Even the cherries had to be perfect and pretty.Everything had to be right."Mom," a small voice brushes my ears as tiny hands tug at my arm. I look down and there he was. My heart and my entire world. My son.Atlas.His dark hair was messy from sleep, sticking up in wild stubborn strands. His dark eyes stare up at me still with a bit of a tired gleam in their depths. His bottom lip juts out into a pout as he lifts his hand to rub the sleep from his eye.My heart throbs every single time I stare at him.He looks more and more like his father with each year that passes. I swallow that thought before it could grow into something dangerous.Atlas tugs my arm lightly again. "Are the pancakes ready mom?"I smile softly and crouch down so we were eye level. His eye

Evie's povFire of irritation burns under my skin as I storm my way to Alpha Gavin's office. I got confused and feared looks from the other members of the pack but I ignored them as I continued my way to the office. The closer I got, the more his scent grew. I stop in front of the door.For a moment, I just stare at the wooden door. The very same door that brought me fear three years ago and intimidated me. Three years ago, I would've knocked. Three years ago, I would've waited patiently for him to give me the green light to enter.Not anymore.I shove it open with a force that made it slam hard against the wall with a sharp crack. Gavin doesn't flinch or look up. He knew it was me.He stands behind his desk, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his forearms. He seem to be dressed formal which leads me to believe Jonah was speaking the truth. He was heading for that meeting with the council about Silver Blood.Gavin's large frame is bent slightly forward as he stacks papers neatly

Evie's povNo, no, no. This couldn't be right. No, I heard wrongly. I must have.There was no way I heard correctly.We must help the silver blood pack? The same pack that destroyed the innocent girl inside me? Ryan's pack....."No." One word came out of my mouth with acid.Gavin tears his eyes away and runs a hand through his hair. Frustration emanates from him. "Evie-"No," I snapped. "You promised that we would not meddle in their affairs. You said-"I know what I said!" He snapped, whirling around to stare at me. I flinch back and his eyes soften.He lets out a sigh and lifts his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I know what I said," he repeats, his voice quieter now. "And I meant it when I said it."My chest rises and falls fast as my heart pounds, hard. Serena is clawing at me from the inside, pacing, snarling, reliving things we have spent years trying to bury.Silver Blood.Ryan....The name made me feel clammy.I searched Gavin's eyes. There was something he haven't t

Ryan's povThe office fell into silence the second I snapped. My chest rose and fell slowly as I tried to rein Apex back under control. He was restless and agitated. My claws were already pushing into my palms.The pack was weakening, many of our people were dead, father was dying and mother was broken. The beta, Kimberly's father, Dustin Gold was injured. Our pack was in shambles.A sharp knock suddenly sounds at the door, pulling my attention away from an angry Kimberly.I turned, irritation already rising. "What?" I snapped.The door opened just enough for Martin to step in. His posture was rigid as if he was scared I'd rip his head off his shoulders."Alpha," he said carefully, eyes shifted from me to Kimberly. He could sense the tension. "Your father is awake."My body went still. "He's asking for you alpha." He utters.I inhaled a sharp breath. My father hadn't asked for anyone since the vampires had nearly finished him off in that field last night. Not since the last time he co

Evie's povI slip on my black combat boots and straighten. I let out a breath as my eyes catch my reflection in the mirror.Staring back at me is a woman dressed in skin tight black jeans, light grey thin shirt and a black leather jacket. She looks opposite of the woman who fled the Silver blood pack years ago.That girl had red-rimmed eyes and hands that shook with fear. This woman standing now shoulders are steady and her chin is lifted. Gone is the fear in her eyes, gone is the way she once felt.I step closer to the mirror, studying myself the way I would study an opponent before a fight. My hair is a lot longer now, darker too and is pulled back into a tight ponytail that exposes my face fully. No soft curls framing my cheeks. I didn't want to appear gentle.My fingers trail lightly over the faint scar near my neck, the one I got during a rogue ambush two years ago. I remember the sting of it, the way my warm blood had trickled down to the dirt and joined the earth.I hadn't fall