I went to the lab, and I saw you.” Deacon’s dad said. Until Dylan told me that he didn’t have a child, but he had a new experiment. At the time there were a lot of rough attacks and we thought nothing of it. I thought maybe she had adopted a pup of one of the Alphas that had been killed. “A few months later, Aurora told me that she had found the perfect child, the one who would survive it all. “We thought they had terminated the project.” I told them if they ever did anything like this again, I would kill them myself.” Deacon’s mom whispered. I watched them pull the plug on all of you. When they told me their plan, I told them to shut it down. That no child would ever die from not having a wolf ever again. They told me that they were going to solve the wolf problem. I asked what they were doing with their children. When we got there, we saw you, and 4 others. “Aurora called telling us that she had something to show us. I felt Deacon stiffen, he immediately shoved his face into my hair, inhaling deeply, keeping himself calm. He was studying werewolf DNA to make us stronger, heal faster, run faster, but more importantly, to get our wolves earlier.” The perfect child is the one you love with your whole heart.” Her dad sighed. After 5 years, we told her that she needed to focus on giving a child a loving home. She spent years looking for the perfect one. After a year, she came out and said she was going to adopt a pup of her own. As a descendant of an Alpha, she felt utterly useless. Finally, Dylan told us that she couldn’t have any more children. For months she lay in her bed and wouldn’t come out. Without his wolf, he couldn’t fight off infections. A mother is very protective of her pups, but there was nothing she could do about it. He was extremely sick and soon after birth, he died. “15 years ago, your aunt Aurora had a pup. His mom sat on the couch behind us while his dad poured him a glass of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. I wasn’t sure if it was to make me feel safe or if I was keeping him from killing his parents. We have a lot to talk about.”ĭeacon pulled a chair out for me and quickly decided to sit down and pull me into his lap. “I thought he shut it down.” His mom whispered. “Do you have any idea what they did to her? Her wolf came out early, for 5 years, Dad.” “So did you know about it? All the experiments Dylan was doing?” Deacon growled. “Dad, we need to talk.” He said, stiffly, “This is Liah.” He stopped at a door and knocked before walking in. I looked at all the paintings and out the windows, never really having seen this much nature before. Now.” He took my hand and gently pulled me towards the stairs. “Mom, this is Liah.” Deacon said, “My mate.”ĭeacon grunted, “Yeah, we need to talk. “In his office.” She stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at us. I put my hand on his arm and he relaxed a little. I could feel him getting angrier at the voice. “Deacon, what are you doing here?” I heard a female voice coming down the stairs. The tiled floor was pale white with black marble lines. The entrance was grey with gold accents across the wall. He pulled me into the house, and I looked around. “I promise you no one is going to touch you.” He growled, burying his face in my neck. “Are you ready to meet my parents?” Deacon asked. “Not if you don’t start taking your ass to school, you’re not.” Kyra said. No one cared about someone else touching me or looking at me. I stayed in my room alone until it was time to have blood drawn, or a meal was being served. Apart from the basics of living, no one cared. I had never really had anyone care about me. I had never had anyone care so much about me. Sam put his hands up, “I was only asking, dude.” His eyes ran up and down my body.ĭeacon pulled me closer to him and growled, “Mine.” I can’t have my Beta looking like the dumbass that he is.” Deacon laughed. “Yes, well, you also need to graduate, Sam. You can learn more about life from life than in school.” You know I am more street smart than books. Sam chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, “Got me there, man. You, on the other hand, are failing and it’s only the first day.” “I at least have the grades to skip a few weeks. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school, Sam?” Deacon questioned him back. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school, Deac?” He asked. He wore a muscle shirt and athletic shorts. Tall, his hair was golden brown, longer at the top and shaved down the sides. We got out of the car and Deacon put his arm around my waist, pulling me into him possessively as a guy ran up to us.
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