“Sarifena, I need you to know that I am with you no matter what. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make sure your happiness is first.” He took a deep breath, “after you left to come here, we had a visitor.”
“Okay…”
“There’s no simple way to say this, but it appears Alex’s biological father is still alive.”
“What? No… that’s not possible. Social services said,” she was hyperventilating.
“I know what they said, but they screwed up.”
“How can you be sure? I’m the Queen – maybe he’s just trying to get money or something.”
“Social services will do a paternity test, but Sari,” he squeezed her hand, “Alex looks just like him. Look,” he gripped her hand, “there’s more. Nicholas is the biological father, not the man that raised him. Alex’s actual father and mother died in that explosion. Adam, Nicholas’s brother, couldn’t have children. Nicholas donated his sperm to make their dream of a family come true.”
“If that’s true, where in the hell has he been this whole time?”
“There was a falling out, and Nicholas moved away. Social services are digging into his claims. However, we need to prepare ourselves. Nicholas is his father, and once that test comes back, he will have rights to him, we do not.”
Sarifena burst into tears as Heath pulled her into his sturdy arms. Her sobs tore at his soul, making his anger boil harder. The sky outside erupted, her magic spilling in response to her mental state.
Rory rushed in, Christine hot on her tail. Anthony was holding Alex in his arms.
“What the hell happened?” Rory dropped to her knee in front of Sarifena. She couldn’t speak through her tears and only shook her head in response. “Heath?”
“Alex’s father came to the castle after she left.”
“Wait… father?” Anthony spoke.
Heath turned to the formidable man, “Yes. He’s asked to see Alex, but I told him he would need to return with social services and his attorney.”
“This makes no sense.” Rory pressed her hand to Sarifena’s cheek, “Sari, it will be ok.”