Spy Wolf | ✔

Chapter Twenty-One

-Samantha-

6 years earlier

"Who is this?" I asked as I pulled a frame off the wall unit that our television stood on. My brows furrowed together as I stared at the picture in my hands.

It was a man, with short, straight brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He had a wide smile, standing next to a young woman, who somewhat resembled my mother. I tilted my head to the side, analyzing the picture some more, not noticing when my mother emerged from the kitchen with a towel, drying her hands. I only realized once I felt her warm body heat as she hovered over my shoulder.

"What are you talking about-" She stopped abruptly and stared at the framed photo in my hands for what seemed like hours. She placed a hand on my shoulders with what seemed like a sad smile. "Oh Sam," she said dreamily. "This is your father." 

I frowned, wondering why she'd have a picture of him in the house when he was never around. With an eye roll, I tossed the frame recklessly on the couch, not bothering to put it back where it was. It didn't deserve that much of my respect. 

My mother shot me a deadly glare, but picked it up and carefully placed it back on the wall unit, as if it was some sacred piece of material. 

"Have some respect," she spat, before briskly walking back to the kitchen. I blinked in confusion and found myself following her with a determination to find out the source of her annoyance. 

"I'm sorry," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest with a frown. "Am I missing something?" She kept her back to me, as she stirred a pot that was on the stove. "Because I'm curious. What good did he ever do for us?" She turned slightly. 

"Sam, you wouldn't know, and you never will. You were too young to remember him." My mother was still in love with that man, after all these years? He was her appointed mate. So there had to be more this story.

***

Present Time

I narrowed my eyes at the young man who sat on the floor next to me. His father remained grinning from the chair. I wanted to slap it off, but I knew that would have probably resulted in me losing a hand, or my life. I didn't answer his previous question but instead hung my head as I played with my fingers. It was only a matter of time before he grew bored with me, right?

"Alright," he said impatiently. "I don't care what you want. I'm just going to talk." I glanced a bit over my shoulder. I just wanted to be sure that Gabriel was still there. I felt a bit more at ease knowing he was nearby. "Who's fault do you think it is?" I looked up, confounded. 

"Who are you?" I barely whispered. The man shook his head with a sly smile. 

'Uh-uh. I asked first." His lips stretched into a cynical smile. "Who do you blame?"

"You," I simply said. The boy on the floor scowled at me. I couldn't care less. His father laughed heartily. 

"My name is Derek, not Wyatt." I heard Gabriel growl from behind. I raised a brow at the circumstances. He seemed to notice my intrusive look and smiled his signature smile. "There's a lot of things that go unsaid around here, for instance, Alpha Wyatt and I used  to be good friends." I rolled my eyes at his story. They always started out like this.

"Yeah, yeah, big deal. And then he betrayed you, blah blah blah," I replied. "What's new?" Derek narrowed his eyes as he pressed them into a tight line. 

"You want to know something else? While your mom was pregnant with you, your father was one of the most outstanding warriors for your pack. I even used him for some of the missions as well, when things were good." I cast my eyes to the floor, not wanting him to realize I was stunned by the information. If he was looking for a reaction, he wasn't going to get one. "And then as far as the story went, if you're expecting to hear that he was killed in some mission, or got captured by the enemy, you're not going to get it." My ears perked up at the sound of that. 

"What are you saying?" I seethed. 

"I'm saying, that nothing is as it seemed around here, Samantha. I may have given you the wrong impression of me, but it's not like that." He shrugged nonchalantly. The anger boiled within me, as he had the audacity to utter these words.

"The wrong impression of you? You killed my mom!" I screeched. Derek rolled his eyes, and his son chuckled softly next to him. 

"Samantha, I simply put her out of her misery. Oddly, she was selfish enough to forget you." My left eye twitched, and my knuckles nearly popped out from the force I inserted to my fists. Gabriel was soon at my side, rubbing my back to calm me down in fear that I would do something to harm myself. Derek nodded towards us with a smile. "And that's how a young romance blossoms." Gabriel released a low growl. Derek clasped his hands together, as a memory came back to him. "You, young one," he pointed at Gabriel. "Yes, your mother." Gabriel narrowed his eyes. 

"Would you stop beating around the bush?" he sneered. Derek's eyes widened as he fell into hearty laughter. 

"You hear that son? He wants us to get to the point!" They both laughed in unison. "Okay." He regained his posture. "First of all, Samantha, your father wasn't your mother's mate."

***

Yassss. This book is almost coming to an end. Hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Don't worry though, I will try to update soon, I promise. Comment and vote if you feel like it!

Taja D'amore.