Page 71 of His Sunshine Baby

“I know what I said. But the ban was five years, Elena. Those five years are coming to an end, and if Diego comes back, I can’t stop him.”

“That guy is a fucking murderer!” I yell.

Xavier glares at me.

“Who is the murderer, Elena? You think we forgot just because you missed?”

I stand there, in shock. Is that really what my uncle thinks? I turn to my cousins, but Chris is looking down, embarrassed, and Iris isn’t saying anything. I can’t believe it. But someone puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Elena was pardoned long ago, and you all know that. She completed her sentence and earned forgiveness. You know it wasn’t easy for anyone, Xavier.”

I mouth a little thank you to Levi; he smiles at me.

“You know I got your back, princess.”

“Levi, this is none of your business,” growls Xavier.

But Levi isn’t afraid to growl back. Their wolves show their fangs for a while, and I wonder how Levi is not afraid to stand up to my uncle. He’s only a Beta, while my uncle is an Alpha. It’s only his protective instincts kicking in.

“Enough, both of you!”

I turn around. Clark just entered the room, visibly angry too. Following right behind him, Isabella growls at Levi.

“Don’t growl at an Alpha! Who allowed you to do that, Levi?”

But he only stops growling, not glaring, at Xavier and stays beside me. Now, Clark is the one furious at my uncle.

“And you! Can’t you control your own pack? Why do I have to come all the way here? In this shitty weather and at this late hour, too! What the hell, Xavier?”

“Say that to the old wench! She’s the one who came here to defy me in the first place!” growls my uncle, glaring at my mentor.

Reagan doesn’t even bother answering him, choosing to turn to my godfather instead. I’ve never seen anyone able to glare so long at Clark without flinching. But as expected, Reagan is an omega, she is not as sensitive to his Alpha Aura as regular wolves.

“Seriously, Clark? A five-year ban? That is all you could do?”

For the first time, the Alpha seems a bit embarrassed. He sighs, conflicted.

“It’s not like I had much choice, Reagan. No matter what, Elena was–”

“She was right to do whatever the hell she had to! Are you fucking kidding me, Clark? What is wrong with you alphas these days? If this mess had happened in my time, that guy would have been fucking killed right there and then!”

“Reagan, enough! You think that it was an easy decision for me?” pleads Clark, annoyed.

But my mentor only gets angrier.

“Hell yeah, I think it was! You took the easiest path possible and did whatever the hell those idiots asked you to! A five-year ban, Clark? That is nothing! What happened to you to allow such things?”

“I protected Elena!”

“Don’t fucking tell me you protected her!” yells Reagan. “You weren’t there, no one was! She was fucking sixteen, Clark! And where were you? Where was Sam?”

“Reagan, enough. Please,” I ask.

I’m not asking for Clark, but for myself. I don’t want to hear this. Not again. Reagan’s anger is only making things worse. I sigh, push my wet hair back, and turn to Clark to ask him very seriously.

“Can’t you do something about it?”

My godfather looks at me with a very sorry expression. I can see the guilt on his face, and I feel my heart sink. He shakes his head slowly.

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