Sam chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, “Got me there, man. You can learn more about life from life than in school.” You know I am more street smart than books. “Yes, well, you also need to graduate, Sam. Sam put his hands up, “I was only asking, dude.” His eyes ran up and down my body.ĭeacon pulled me closer to him and growled, “Mine.” I can’t have my Beta looking like the dumbass that he is.” Deacon laughed. I had never had anyone care so much about me. I had never really had anyone care about me. Apart from the basics of living, no one cared. I stayed in my room alone until it was time to have blood drawn, or a meal was being served. No one cared about someone else touching me or looking at me. “Not if you don’t start taking your ass to school, you’re not.” Kyra said. “Are you ready to meet my parents?” Deacon asked. “I promise you no one is going to touch you.” He growled, burying his face in my neck. He pulled me into the house, and I looked around. The entrance was grey with gold accents across the wall. The tiled floor was pale white with black marble lines. “Deacon, what are you doing here?” I heard a female voice coming down the stairs. I could feel him getting angrier at the voice. I put my hand on his arm and he relaxed a little. “In his office.” She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at us. “Mom, this is Liah.” Deacon said, “My mate.”ĭeacon grunted, “Yeah, we need to talk. Now.” He took my hand and gently pulled me towards the stairs. I looked at all the paintings and out the windows, never really having seen this much nature before. “Dad, we need to talk.” He said, stiffly, “This is Liah.” He stopped at a door and knocked before walking in. “Do you have any idea what they did to her? Her wolf came out early, for 5 years, Dad.” “So did you know about it? All the experiments Dylan was doing?” Deacon growled. “I thought he shut it down.” His mom whispered. We have a lot to talk about.”ĭeacon pulled a chair out for me and quickly decided to sit down and pull me into his lap. I wasn’t sure if it was to make me feel safe or if I was keeping him from killing his parents. His mom sat on the couch behind us while his dad poured him a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. “15 years ago, your aunt Aurora had a pup. He was extremely sick and soon after birth, he died. A mother is very protective of her pups, but there was nothing she could do about it. Without his wolf, he couldn’t fight off infections. For months she lay in her bed and wouldn’t come out. Finally, Dylan told us that she couldn’t have any more children. As a descendant of an Alpha, she felt utterly useless. After a year, she came out and said she was going to adopt a pup of her own. She spent years looking for the perfect one. After 5 years, we told her that she needed to focus on giving a child a loving home. He was studying werewolf DNA to make us stronger, heal faster, run faster, but more importantly, to get our wolves earlier.” The perfect child is the one you love with your whole heart.” Her dad sighed. I felt Deacon stiffen, he immediately shoved his face into my hair, inhaling deeply, keeping himself calm. “Aurora called telling us that she had something to show us. When we got there, we saw you, and 4 others. I asked what they were doing with their children. They told me that they were going to solve the wolf problem. That no child would ever die from not having a wolf ever again. When they told me their plan, I told them to shut it down. I watched them pull the plug on all of you. “We thought they had terminated the project.” I told them if they ever did anything like this again, I would kill them myself.” Deacon’s mom whispered. “A few months later, Aurora told me that she had found the perfect child, the one who would survive it all. I thought maybe she had adopted a pup of one of the Alphas that had been killed. At the time there were a lot of rough attacks and we thought nothing of it. Until Dylan told me that he didn’t have a child, but he had a new experiment.
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