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I try to ask what he means, but my head is swirling, and I can barely stand, let alone speak.

Passing out in his arms feels dramatic, but it’s exactly what happens.

I can only hope I wake up before he does anything he can’t take back.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Zane

Standing with one true mate passed out in my arms, while the other is sealed away inside the black transport box I designed specifically for her measurements and needs, it feels like I turned out just as rotten as my father always told me I would.

Then again, the old man’s grudge against me was basically based on my Alpha status. He hated that I’d turned out like him. He’d thought marrying a Beta was a guarantee that his kids would be ‘normal’.

He was always talking about having a regular life.

I don’t think he knew what that was. Not really.

He just liked to pretend he did.

He liked the illusion of a simple, happy family.

That wasn’t what he had, and I was mad at him from the moment I learned how to talk.

He was a dick to my mother, constantly berating her and screaming vile abuse at her, and he tried to kill me about a dozen times that I’m aware of before he gave up on his ‘simple, happy life’ to go make another poor, unsuspecting woman’s life a living hell.

We were better off without him. My mom was happy. I was happy.

We loved the life he pretended to like. Once he was gone, everything was good.

Then, one day, that all changed.

He didn’t come back. He knew better. I was ready to hurt him for everything he’d done to us, and he saw that. It’s why he left. He would never have come back. He moved on to another town, where he found another Beta woman who thought she’d landed lucky with an Alpha who wanted a simple life. Only, that woman had a brother. A big brother who happened to own a gun.

The day my father’s verbal abuse turned into something physical, that woman’s brother shot him straight through the heart. I never had to think about him again.

Not until I realized Dale might actually think I’m turning into him.

He doesn’t think that. He would never think that.

If he wouldn’t, then it’s only because he’s the nicest person on the face of the planet.

He should think I’m psychopath who might hurt him.

I sedated him, and I’m about to do something even more questionable next.

All because of something that happened fifteen years, two months and thirteen days ago.

I’ll never forget the date. It’s the night my true mate was kidnapped by a psychopath.

She was gone for at least twelve hours before we knew anything was wrong.

That was long enough for the bastard who took her to delete Zoey Rodriguez from existence.

He didn’t kill her. No, he placed her with new parents who were still grieving the loss of their own daughter, a little girl called Zelena.

The only thing I know about that little girl, is that Warren Corvina, the psycho who had Zoey kidnapped, covered up what really happened to her.

I suspect she died at the hands of her parents.

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