Chapter 134
Faith’s Pov
I slammed the door shut behind me with a thud and my head was spinning. Astor seems to think he could just decide things for me, for us, for our daughter, without saying a single word to me. he took my daughter to see the woman who kidnapped him and he didn’t think it was important to talk to me. Like it was a done deal, like my opinion didn’t matter.
It feels like a slap in the face. How could he not see it? How could he not understand that it would only confuse her? Give her something, someone, a connection, and then what? Just take it away when it’s convenient? It’s cruel. He should have asked. He should have consulted me. But no Astor the Alpha just makes decisions.
I stopped by the window, staring out at the darkening forest. The trees looked peaceful, mocking my inner turmoil. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t fair. My anger was a thick, bitter taste in my mouth. I wanted to scream, to throw something, to just make him understand how much this hurt, how much it felt like he didn’t value my thoughts.
Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down my spine, not from the window, but from deep inside my head. It felt like a sharp needle, then a dull ache, spreading rapidly. My vision blurred for a second, and I gasped, clutching my temples. What was that?
“Surprised, Faith?”
My breath hitched. No. It couldn’t be. My heart hammered against my ribs. This was impossible. I stumbled back, hitting the wall with a muffled thud.
Kyle.
His laugh echoed in my mind, a chilling sound that made my skin crawl. “Don’t look so shocked. We’re siblings. It’s natural we’d be connected, wouldn’t you say?”
How? How could he do this? Mind–linking was for pack members, for mates. We are neither. My panic was quickly replaced by pure, freezing horror. He had access to me? To my mind?
“What do you want?” I tried to project the words back, furious that he had invaded my my thoughts. My voice was a shaky whisper but I’m sure he heard my anger.
His voice resonated with a smug satisfaction. “Oh, nothing much. Just something you hid from
- me. Something quite important.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
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“The fact that you are the most sought–after wolf in the world sister,” he purred, the words twisting
in my head.
My blood ran cold. The White Wolf. How did he know? I hadn’t shifted, not around him, not then. I’d
been so careful.
“How?” I whispered, the word barely leaving my lips.
“Oh, Faith. I can recognise those traits. White wolves, you see, they originated from our pack. My pack. When you did what you did, it was clear. No normal wolf can do what you are capable of.”
My stomach clenched. He knew. He really knew. The secret that made me a target, he knew it. And he spoke about it so casually, like it was just another fact.
“Stay away from me,” I snarled, trying to put all my rage into the mental command. “Stay away from my family! I will protect them. You hear me? I will protect them!”
“When I found out I had a sister, I was hopeful. I thought I had someone who would help me avenge him. But you? You’re a lost cause. Step out of the way, Faith. Join me. Or you will die along with everybody else.”
“No, Kyle, please,” I pleaded, the words spilling out of me. “Don’t do this. I have kids. Your nephew and niece. I’m sure… I’m sure one day they’d like to get to know you. Why don’t you just stop? I’ll make sure Astor and the Alpha King don’t come after you. Just stop.”
“Stop?” He scoffed, the sound vibrating through my bones. “I don’t want your help if it’s to defend and protect those people. You’ve already chosen a side, Faith. And unfortunately, your nephew and niece will die for a special cause.”
My blood ran cold. He said it so calmly. My children. Dying.
“And you, Faith, out of everybody, you know you’ll be able to take them on and win. You saw the kind of armoury I have. And most of all… my secret weapon.”
His words sent a fresh wave of terror through me. He knew my capabilities, and he knew… something else. Something about him that he believed would triumph over me, even as the White Wolf. My mind raced, trying to put the pieces together, but all I felt was overwhelming dread.
“You probably haven’t even told Astor have you, have you?” he said and my breathe hitched.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The fact that you two are going to be parents. Again.”
My hand flew to my stomach, instinctively, protectively. A gasp escaped my lips. No. How… how could he possibly know? I’d been keeping it hidden, masking the faint heartbeat, even from Astor.
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It was too early, too fragile, too precious to share. I’d only just confirmed it yesterday.
“Stop,” I begged, my voice cracking, tears stinging my eyes. “Please, just stop.”
But he laughed. A cold, harsh sound that filled my head. “All of this could just end, Faith. Right now.
“How?” The word tore from me, raw and desperate. All I wanted was a safe place for my children, for this new life growing inside me. My baby.
“You should do what I asked you to do in the very first place, before you tried to act clever and tell Astor his whole plan,” he said, his voice hardening. “But there’s a little twist in the plan now. I want you to murder your own father. Or at least, the father who raised you. Because it’s quite clear he is the one who instigated our father’s murder.
If you don’t do it, Faith, then the whole world will know that you are a white wolf. And that won’t just put you in danger. It will also put your children in danger, since they are direct descendants of you. Everybody will just want a piece of them. You will never be able to completely protect them, because they will always be wanted. Not just by werewolves, but witches, lychans and almost every paranormal being.”
The words were a hammer blow, each one echoing the deepest fear in my heart. My children. Always hunted, never safe. The thought made my blood run cold.
“So, think carefully, Faith. Do what I want you to do. Because you don’t want me as an enemy.”
The link snapped, leaving me alone in the silent room, but the echoes of his chilling demands vibrated through every fibre of my being. My hand was still on my stomach, a silent promise to the tiny life within. Kill my father, or condemn my children to a life of fear. The world spun. Kyle had me trapped.
