Page 12 of The Alpha's Forbidden Secret Baby

She used to have her doubts. But there was no other explanation for it. So, she had let it go.

After all, werewolves couldn’t teleport… right?

She never could tell when he’d sneak up on her. It had kept her on high alert.

Rayla shuddered. She had so many questions. But she was certain about one thing. Whatever appearance trick Xander had, he had passed it on to her son. And it had led him to his father.

Abel quietly nursed his cup of chocolate. He watched as his mother bit her lips and wondered what her thoughts were.

“Mom,” he called. He had completely calmed down after he told his story. “You wanted to tell me something,” he probed.

Rayla cleared her throat. She stood up from the table and sat directly opposite Abel on their couch.

This was the hard part. How was she to tell her son the truth? She knew Abel—he would be mad. What she feared most was that he would want to meet his father. She inwardly groaned.

Maybe he didn’t have to know. She hesitated. That was an idea that would backfire horribly. She had to tell him the truth.

“I want you to listen closely to everything I’m about to say. I don’t know how you’ll take it, but you need to know,” she started.

Abel nodded diligently.

Rayla, filled with nerves, continued. “Your father, Xander, was a very special man. He was different from other men in the way he carried himself. The moment I met him, I fell hard.” She laughed at this. She saw a ghost of a smile appear on Abel’s face.

“Fortunately for me, he reciprocated my feelings.” She shifted in her seat. It was about to get serious.

“We dated for a while.” She paused. “During that time, I found out he wasn’t human.” She paused once again to let it sink in.

Abel’s eyes widen in bewilderment.

“Your father was a werewolf, Abel,” she blurted.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off her chest. She had said it. She did it.

Abel was transfixed. He gave no expression away. It unsettled her. But she pressed on.

“You are your father’s son.” She clasped her hands. “What I mean is that you are also a werewolf.” She waited for a reaction. Nothing came.

The silence stretched out for a few seconds before Abel finally spoke.

“You knew?” His voice was laced with venomous accusation.

Rayla gulped and shook her head. “Yes, Abel, I have known what you were since you were born.”

“I didn’t tell you because I thought I could handle it. Keep you safe and guide you.”

She bowed her head in regret. “Now I know better.”

Rayla tried to divert the discussion slightly. “There are different werewolf towns in Starlight Valley. According to your father, they live together as a pack. Each pack has its town and alpha. They have many customs that are different from humans’.”

Still, Abel maintained his demeanor.

“I have never been around or seen any other werewolves, but I saw your father’s wolf. He was big and strong.” Rayla pulled at straws. Her nervousness heightened as the minutes went by.

She continued, “Your father was…” but was interrupted by Abel.

“What about my father?” When he spoke, it didn’t sound like her son.

Tension settled in her gut. Abel was not her biggest fan at that moment.

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