Page 62 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

She didn’t bother with shoes as she started to walk down the hall. That string she felt she could pull to bring him closer also somehow told her where to go to find him. It was odd. Jackson said her wolf senses were stronger and she would likely have them for the rest of her life. Would she always have to suffer like this?

How would she leave him when it was time for her to go?

There was no one downstairs when she got to the lobby. The place was a little dusty because there had been no one around to clean every room like they used to. She trod lightly towards the entrance where the string was pulling her. There were voices in one of the rooms—Diedre and Micah’s wife, but she ignored them and walked out.

She would wait at the front. Jackson wasn’t far from her; she could sense him, which meant he already knew she had come out.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jax growled.

Her ears picked his voice up easily, and she also picked up his agitation. Who was he talking to?

She kept her steps light, something Jax had been teaching her to do, and walked down the front steps.

“She needed you, and you just disappeared,” Jax continued.

“You’ve called too much attention to this pack. I had to stay hidden.”

She froze in her tracks just before she went around the corner of the house.

That voice...

Her heart started to hammer loudly. Emotions she thought she had long buried started to burrow their way back to the top.

“I told you last time to just tell her the truth. She’s stronger than you think she is.”

She forced her feet to start moving again. It couldn’t be right. She was hearing things. But when she rounded the corner, she had to stop again.

All the strength left her body, forcing her to lean against the wall.

Right in front of Jackson, and stark naked, was Rebecca Carlisle.

Her mother.

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He hadn’t heard or sensed her coming up.

He’d felt the bond pulling him back to Layla, but he hadn’t heard her.

He’d only realised she was there when Rebecca looked around him. For the first time since she had known about her hiding in his woods, all of Rebecca’s emotions smashed through whatever mask she kept them hidden behind.

He turned back and saw Layla leaning against the house. And then the blast of emotions he sensed from her surpassed her mother’s. Shock. Anger.

Betrayal.

He sucked in a breath and stepped towards her, but her eyes began to flicker. Even from a distance, he saw her fist clench at her side before she pushed away from the wall and threw him a scathing glare.

And somehow, he felt like he was the one in trouble.

He turned back to Rebecca and found her already walking back into the woods.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” he growled.

“I’ve already messed up,” Rebecca muttered without turning back.

He jogged after her, knowing her penchant for disappearing.

“So fucking fix it! She needs to know what to expect. What sort of mother are you?”

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