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They couldn’t handle that look on her face and advanced on her again. Fuck, all they wanted was to hold her in their arms. She was theirs.

“Don’t,” she said, holding out her hand, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Don’t,” she whispered. She had created an invisible barrier that they couldn’t penetrate to get to her.

They roared in anger and frustration. Their bodies going into semi-shift, their claws and eyes.

They wanted answers. And they wanted them from Harold Dean Kinsley.

Chapter Eleven

She may have slept for a year. That’s what it felt like. The fatigue that had set into her veins had knocked her out. What had she done that had tired her out so much, she could still barely move.

The first sight to catch her attention was the two alpha kings, sitting in chairs at the far end of the room, too far away from her, their powerful legs spread wide, their elbows resting on the armrests, and expressions of worry tightening the magnificent features on their faces.

And then the memory of what had happened in the dungeon gripped her.

Her father.

She shot up from the bed, wondering if it had all been a dream. A nightmare.

“It’s okay. Your father is safe.”

“It wasn’t a dream?”

“No.”

Oh, God. How could she explain what had happened to her? What had she done? Where did all that fury come from that she’d been able to weaken a rock ceiling with her mind and threatened to drop it on the heads of what she thought were her enemies?

She rose from the bed, the summer dress she still wore fell over her thighs as she closed the distance between them.

And then… The image of her sending her alphas flying through the air when they touched her. Her father’s words that she could kill them. She vaguely remembered Duncan and Ashton releasing him from the chains around his ankle. She had been forced to keep the barrier up which kept them away from her. She wasn’t going to risk anything until she knew more. She couldn’t understand her instinct to attack when they were tried to touch her. And when she flung them aside with such vehemence, she couldn’t explain how she could feel that way when she loved them more than her life. Why would she want to hurt the men she loved? And why couldn’t she control it?

She had wanted answers immediately, but her body had been wracked by the wave of fatigue that washed had been too overpowering to contain and she told herself she would sleep for a bit, instead it ended up being the whole afternoon and the night that followed.

They rose from their chairs, the hunger in their eyes to touch her violently prevalent. She stopped and shook her head. They growled and rubbed their hands down their faces, their jaws tight, anger and confusion stiffening their powerful bodies.

“I’m really pregnant,” she said softly. “I can feel them,” she added, touching belly.

She could already see their beautiful faces in her mind’s eye. Replicas of the alphas before her. She loved them instantly and unequivocally. Just as loved their fathers.

She had to understand what had happened to her. Why would the touch of her alphas trigger such a powerful negative reaction in her? Whatever it was, it concerned her body, not her heart. And she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“I need to speak to my father. I need to know what’s going on and what I can do to fix it.”

“He’s waiting for you.”

She nodded, hesitated when the dire need to touch them overwhelmed her then turned to go into the bathroom.

What had she become? Or better, who had she always been?

She showered and changed into another summer dress. She rushed through the process, eager to lay her gaze on her dad again. To hug him and know he was alive and well. To get answers so she could find solutions.

Followed by her two mates, at a distance she maintained, she was too afraid of hurting them again, they stepped into the living room and was met with a man who looked a lot more like her father than the one she found in the dungeon.

She ran to him and hugged him.

“Dad,” she said smiling through her tears. He looked so well-groomed and smelled so clean that she couldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re welcome, little mistress,” Amanda said, and Farren tossed her head in the direction of her personal events coordinator and mouthed a thank-you. Amanda tilted her head in acknowledgment and slipped from the den, leaving them alone.

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