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“Would you really have gone for an ordinary alpha… I mean you would have wanted a strong son…”
I say slowly, realisation dawning upon me. “Who was the donor?”
“The sperm donor… he was… he is family.”
Mom sighs as Dad’s frown deepens.
“Who?”
I ask. Mom looks at Dad, who doesn’t even turn before she looks back at me, taking a deep breath as she closes her eves.
“Gerard King.”
a My eyes widen as I stare at her, stunned. Dad’s cousin? “He offered… and being an Alpha, it made sense…”
Mom’s words begin to fade away as I scrub my hand down my face, twisting my hand into my hair. Gerard King… The man that is in the other room, talking to my woman…
Dad scoffs as he stands up. “I hope you have got the answers you wanted,”
he says before he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I rest my head in my hands, as Mom rubs my back, but nothing is going to calm the storm that has been unleashed within my mind…
77. A Challenge
ZAIA.
“So how old are you, Zaia?”
Gerard asks as he sits back, that unnerving smirk on his face getting to me. “I am in my mid-twenties,”
I reply cordially.
“A good age. Once you get to my age, you have to take care of yourself a little more,”
he chuckles. “It takes a lot longer to recover from tumbles and falls.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Well, I beg to differ. I think regardless of our age, we all need to take care of ourselves.”
I reply. He raises an eyebrow before he nods. “I guess that’s true, we can all be permanently wounded…”
What a strange thing to say….
“So, when did you come to the States?”
I ask. “Not too long ago. “That isn’t very clear, Mr King… Not too long ago could mean a few days, a few weeks or even a few months.”
I reply.
He watches me intently before leaning forward, sparing the clock a glance before giving me all his attention. “So… why do I feel like you don’t trust me, Zaia?”
Oh? How exactly did he deduce that? Unless, of course, he has something to hide…
“Oh, not at all. I don’t have an opinion of someone I have just met yet. I usually decide an opinion on what I feel depending on one’s actions… and I can’t do that so soon, We have… just met, right? Time will tell, Mr. King.”
“I see…”
His demeanour changes for a second before he looks away. “Unless, of course, you expected me to recognise you,”
I add quietly.
I might just be making a fool of myself, or worse, even offending someone innocent, but it is the only way I can think of to get answers.
By pretending to know more than I do. His eyes glimmer, his smirk faltering as he watches me. “The thing is… Mr King. You confuse me.”
I continue.
“How so, pray tell.”
“You say you don’t watch the news… yet you knew of me becoming CEO.”
I say, sitting back and crossing my legs gracefully. “As a businessman, business… other companies and rival entities are of interest and so, I… keep on top of that.”
“Of course they are. I’m sure you are passionate about getting rid of all those who stand in your way.”
“Getting rid of?”
He throws his head back, roaring with laughter, a sound that grates on my nerves. “Those words are a little… extreme, are they not?”
I let out a fake laugh as I look across at him innocently. “Extreme? For someone who used the words ‘cleansed ‘, you scream extreme to me.”
His smile disappears, and his eyes darken. “As much as I’m enjoying this conversation, Zaia… I do take offence when insulted and you are incredibly brave to do so to my face… or incredibly stupid.”
His voice is extremely low.
“Then drop the fa?ade, I know who you are,”
I reply coldly, the atmosphere in the room shifting. Our eyes meet and I refuse to back down by looking away first. I pull on every emotion in my body, feeling my eyes burn with power, feeling it ripple around me as I glare at him with my aura like a shield surrounding me.
A frown crosses his forehead, and he clenches his jaw. “And what fa?ade might that be?”
he asks, almost challengingly. My next sentence might just get me confirmation… This is it. I give it my all and to hell with consequences.
“Yes… You are probably angry we have completed the Triquetra… is that why you are here, to see for yourself? Or to attempt to kill me once again. I know who you are, Gerard. Drop the act, it does not suit you.”
I stand up, my heart thumping as I look down at him with hatred and scorn. There’s a sliver of fear that ripples through me but I refuse to show him that After all, he is possibly the one who tried to murder Val… tried to kill me… and Sebastian. He stands up, towering over me and advances on me as I hold my ground, prepared for anything.
“So… now that we have introduced ourselves to one another, let’s cut to the chase. You chose the wrong side. You are foolish to think that you will win…because I will make sure you will not succeed.”
His poisonous words are barely above a whisper as he leans closer to me. His threat is loud and clear.
“And you are an even bigger fool to think you will be the one to succeed. But you are right about one thing.”
I begin. He runs his fingers through my hair and I smack his hand away, making him smirk.
“And what might that be?”
he asks, now almost amused. Why is he so confident? “That this world needs to be cleansed of scum. I will do the honours to get rid of you myself.”
I say venomously.
His smirk falters, his eyes filling with rage. “It seems my small threats have not been enough… don’t anger me because now that you have chosen your side, I no longer need you,”
he snarls.
“The triquetra has been completed, that is the end of it. We have as good as won.”
I say sharply. He chuckles, “Oh, it doesn’t work that way, not at all… The thing is, the battle may be over, but the war is only just beginning…”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s for me to know,”
he whispers tauntingly. “I don’t get it… I understand wanting to hurt me, to hate me, but how could you try to kill your cousin’s son?”
I ask, glaring at him.
I will never forget the state Sebastian was in. He chuckles. “Oh, that was not my doing. The boys got a little carried away.”
I clench my fists trying to contain my anger. “And one of them is my brother, correct?”
Just the thought makes me sick. There’s a glimmer of surprise on his face before he smirks.
“Indeed.”
“Where is he?”
I ask sharply. “So, you know about him… intriguing. He’s doing well, ready to unleash retribution on the likes of those who don’t deserve to be called werewolves… but you, Zaia, are the perfect she- wolf,”
he smirks. “You can still change your mind. Join us. What do you say?”
“Never,”
I reply defiantly. “Then that is your loss. I gave you yet another chance, and you declined it. Since you have made your decision, I am here to give you a warning, Zaia… so listen well. By now you know I don’t play.”
He steps back as he now begins to circle me as if I am his prey but I don’t think he realises I am not so weak. “What warning?”
I say. Now that we have a face for the attacker, we can do something about it.
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