Chapter 116

“Say it,” I growled out one last time, already losing my patience.

“You did this.” He crumpled to his knees, heaving. “It would have been perfect if you weren’t here.” He cried into his hands, and if he would have stopped there, I wouldn’t have suspected him. But he is Morgan, and he is an idiot. “Why couldn’t you have just died in the fucking attack?”

I froze.

How did he know about the attack? He continued to cry and scream, but I was focused on the words that seemed to flow like lava from his mouth. It was pure hatred, hatred of my father and me. “If you would have just died when your dad was attacked years ago, I wouldn’t have had to raise you. Money that your mother would have inherited would have been mine, or Vince’s. We would have been set. But no, you both survived. It wasn’t until your father was stupid enough to cheat on her that she moved here.” His voice trailed off as he looked up at me with hatred in his eyes, and I knew in that moment that my father was right.

But I had to play stupid. “What did you say, Morgan?” I stepped closer and had a confused look on my face.

“Just go in the house, Amy.”

“Okay…” I left him there on his hands and knees, whispering about the plans they made that failed. I was floored. It was all planned out, and my parents almost played directly into their hands.

Mom… I mind-linked her, but she didn’t answer. I walked to my bedroom in silence, but she pulled me into it and straight into my bathroom. She turned the water on full and pressed her lips to my ear and whispered to me. “You can’t mind-link anything to me about what is going on."

“Why not?”

“Because part of the vow we take when we come here is that the Alpha can listen to all mind-links, and he does. Vince has his wolf listen in to people he thinks he needs to."

“Like us?”

“You just turned down his son out of nowhere, and he has always kept an eye on me.” She pulled back and stared at me until I nodded. “Now, what is wrong?”

“Morgan, when you went inside, it was like he lost his mind. He was mumbling to himself.”

“About what?”

“About how I should have died during the attack at dad’s pack.” My mom reared back from me. She mouthed the word "attack" and raised her eyebrow. I pulled her back in and nodded. “Yes, there was an attack.” I waved her off. "But listen, Morgan said that I should have died in the attack—the attack that no one but Dad’s pack should have known about. And then he went on to talk about the attack back when I was younger, the one when the King died. That dad and I should have died then, that way you would have inherited his money.”

My mother reeled back again. “What the fuck?” I heard her over the water, and I shushed her. “Even if that did happen, why would they care?”

“Because he said then you would have come here, and no matter who you would have chosen when Vince made you get into another relationship, the money would have been theirs. They were working together the entire time. Vince, with his stupid use of the old laws, and Morgan rushing in to be your savior.”

When I finally finished explaining it to her and pulled back, the fire was back in her eyes. My mother was once again pissed off. She stomped around my small bathroom, cursing under her breath, until there was a knock on my door. It sounded like I was in the shower, so I wrapped my robe around myself and a towel around my hair. I took off my socks and shoes, pulling my pant legs up, then was ready to go. I walked to the door when the next pounding knock came.

“Yes.” I opened my door, and Morgan was there. He still looked at me with hatred, and at this point, I could say the sentiment was mutual. “What do you need, Morgan?”

“Where is your mother? We need to talk this out.”

“She isn’t ready to speak to you, and I can’t blame her. She’s really upset that you ruined our run.” I planted my foot behind my door, almost certain he was going to push my door open, which he did. When the door refused to budge, I just shook my head.

“Open the fucking door, Amy.”

“Morgan, we both know that you are no match against me. I don’t want to fight with you, but please just give her time. I’m sure after a night’s sleep she will be more open to talk to you.” Morgan fumed for a second, then turned away.