Page 112 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

“Go ahead, honey,” my mom responds.

“How long has this been going on?”

I look to Selene. I am almost tempted to take her hand once again, but I am afraid of scaring her even more.

“Not long, Dad.”

“Define ‘not long,’ Liam. Because I need to understand why you thought it was wise to knot a vampire in the same house as a human. How would you have even explained if the roommate had walked in?”

“You did what?” Colt asks.

“Dad…”

“I am asking the questions now. Liam, your job as the Protector is to keep the peace, but under your watch, there have been murders and disappearances. And then Emmett shows up at our door telling us that you were with a vampire that bit you? How fucking reckless?”

“Her name is Selene,” I say, feeling the tension begin to rise again.

“I don’t fucking care what her name is right now.” And he looks to Selene. “No offense, Selene.”

Selene is startled and just nods and looks down.

“All I care about is that you had a responsibility to your town, and you decided it was just not worth the trouble.”

“It wasn’t like that, Dad!”

“How was it then? Because I am only talking about what I saw. Was this the reason you came to ask me about interspecies relationships? Is that when this started?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Then when? Tell me when. And start from the very beginning…”

I look at Selene’s crestfallen face and know that I have to tell them everything. I have to come clean about Mia and the pack. It is the only way I can get them to understand.

So, I do that. I tell them about Mia and her pack attacking Selene that very first night. I tell them about burying the body, which earns me glares from everyone, including Selene herself.

I tell them about the attack on Selene again and how she had escaped.

That is when my mother stops me.

“Selene, did you kill the wolves?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Are you sure?” mom repeats.

“Yes. I only defended myself, but they were alive when they left me there to die.”

“What about the other bodies?” she asks.

“Mom, she does not feed on people,” I respond on her behalf, to which Layla scoffs. This time, I choose to ignore her.

“Let Selene speak for herself, son,” Dad says.

“I only drink from blood bags,” she says.

“Oh, and Liam. Am I right?” Colt says.

I stand up before I realize that I am letting my anger win again. I take a deep breath and sit down. “Not that it is any of your business, brother, but we have that under control. She has not fed on me unless I give her permission to.”

---