17. My Bastard

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Chapter 17—My Bastard


I was breathless. Literally.

So much had happened and changed over the last few hours. It felt like I was reeling, struggling to keep up. Leander had dismissed the wolves, but a few remained behind to speak with him. While he chatted with the lingering wolves, I made my way over to Lucky's cell. He'd had a front row seat to all of the commotion and I was curious what he thought, but I also knew he wasn't going to be happy with what he'd heard.

When I reached him, his intense glowing absinthe eyes belied his casual stance and signature smirk. He breathed, "Wow, Hyc...that was quite some show. I gotta say, after we talked earlier, that particular testosterone-fueled Alpha display was the last thing I expected to see. Wanna catch me up on what the hell happened?"

"I don't even know where to begin," I exhaled.

His gaze turned steel cold. "Why don't you start by telling me what that dick-eating fucker did to you and why you didn't tell me about it before?"

I cringed. Yep, he wasn't thrilled. I sighed, "I didn't want you to worry."

A muscle twitched in his jaw. He ground his teeth together. "That's not an acceptable answer and you know it."

I cringed, looked down and then back up at him through my lashes. "I know. I'm sorry, I should have."

Before we could say more, Lucky glanced over my shoulder and tension rolled through his chest. I turned to find Alpha Cyril was headed our way. When he reached us, his dark brown eyes studied me intently. He spoke with a slow drawl, his voice a deep, rich timbre, "I might have been wrong about you."

"I, um...what do you mean?" I wasn't quite sure what to make of his comment.

"You're not like them," he stated. I still wasn't really sure what he meant, but it was clear he was referring to my parents and he thought my being different from my them was a good thing. Maybe that comment was to be expected...he and my parents had had a long-standing feud. It stood to reason he wouldn't think highly of them. But there was something in his tone that caught me off guard...something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I didn't know what he expected me to say, but I certainly wasn't going to thank him for the backhanded compliment, so I simply murmured evenly, "Okay."

I waited. But apparently that was everything he intended to communicate because he just nodded toward Leander, who'd walked up while we were speaking, and then turned around and left. I faced Leander. He said softly, "I'm going to take a shower. Will you be okay down here for the next thirty minutes?"

My eyebrow rose in surprise. He was going to let me stay with Lucky? Just like that? Alone? I queried, "Unsupervised?"

His mouth turned up. "Do you feel you need a bodyguard?"

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