The War Of The Mallapers: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"Do not look at my sister!" He growls. "You are not worthy to even breathe the same air as her. Do you think I am stupid? Do you think that I don't see that you are trying to find an escape? Did you ever think that my sister would come back? Did you ever think I would come back? You wanted us both dead so that your son could take over this pack." 

"No... no... I didn't." Lisa mutters, her eyes are scattering across the room. 

"Do you think that we don't know that you have infiltrated this pack? Do you think that anyone would save you?" He callously laughs at her. "No one is going to save you. No one is coming for you. You are trapped and if you think that your son will innocently walk away then you have no idea who I am." 

"Don't you dare touch my son!" She screams out. 

"Ahhh, so I have hit a sore spot did I?" Reed smirks but his eyes are hard and cold. "You think because my father has raised that bastard he might me safe?" Reed tuts at her and pulls on her hair, causing her to let out a scream. "My father may not make a move on that fake brother of mine, but don't think for a second I won't kill him. I will torture him more than what my father is doing and I will make you watch every last second of it. You will watch on as I kill him and that's my promise you if don't start talking."

She goes to speak but again my brother pulls her hair back, staring into her eyes. "I would think about the next words that come out of your mouth. For every lie you speak, I will inflict so much pain on your son that you won't even recognise him." He spits out before releasing her hair. His hands are quick as he rubs them on his trousers, it's almost as if touching the woman burns his skin. 

I look at Lisa whose eyes are welled with tears as she looks down at the ground, her chest is heaving up and down, like she is gasping for the last bit of oxygen to reach her lungs. All that can be heard in the room is the laboured breaths of the people that were once a happy family. She lifts her head up to the ceiling and clenches her eyes close. It's then that I see her jaw move side to side. It's as if she is gritting her teeth. I don't know how much time passes as I observe the woman that I once called mother. 

"I'll speak... as long as you promise that my son will be safe." She speaks with irritation. It's like her personality has switched. Gone is the woman who was whimpering and begging for us to believe her. Instead, there is a woman who has pride in her voice and coldness in her eyes, it's like the woman we knew has died. 

"It depends on what you share. Don't think that I won't be able to tell if you are holding any information back. You may pretend to be strong but I know the truth. You're nothing but a scared woman who has nothing but her son to lose." My father interjects. She nods her head. It's then that my father pulls a chair and sits in front of her. He gives Reed a nod telling him to proceed ahead. 

"Who is Lucas' father?" Reed questions. 

She again grits her teeth. "Alpha Dante." 

No one gasps, but I can see that there is a look of surprise that flashes across his face but he is too quick to mask it. My father on the other hand, well I can't help but see his shoulders flinch when Lisa tells him who Lucas' father is. I imagine he is beginning to feel what me and Reed felt when he told us that Lisa was not our biological mother. I suppose this is what is known as divine retribution. Whatever we dish out, will soon be served to us. 

"Alpha Dante? You mean Lamia's father?" My replies. 

"Yes." She grits her teeth. 

"How... How is that possible? Are you his mate?" My father questions. 

"No I'm not his mate." Lisa grits out. 

"Explain." Reed cooly interjects. 

She looks up to the ceiling and then takes a deep breath. "He isn't my mate but his mate died. As you know that if someone's mate died then they are able to reproduce with another wolf."