My Place, My Fate (Book 1: Fate Series)

Chapter 2

'A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path' –Agatha Christy.

I laughed.

I, Amelia Lily Thompson, was in hysterics to the point I was in tears.

I bent forward clinging onto my aching ribs in mirth.

Shock.

That's all I could come up with to describe how I was feeling, as the words he had said played over and over in my mind.

"I'm here for my daughter."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, my daughter."

"And what makes you think I have your daughter, or that she is even here?"

He shook his head, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think you have my daughter. I know that you have my daughter, and that she is here too."

The shock had finally worn off, and the laughter faded. I folded my arms on my chest, deciding to humour him.

"And how'd you figure that?"

"Light auburn hair, green eyes. Sound familiar?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes. But so are other hundreds of other girls."

"True. True." He said rubbing his stubble.

"But not all of them have a birthmark on their right thigh, and in the shape of a crescent moon."

My breath hitched.

The blood drained from my face, and my heart rate increased tenfold.

Impossible.

It was at that very moment did I finally grasp the gravity of the situation.

This stranger of a man had come for my child claiming to be his.

My heart rate spiked at the thought of losing Sophia.

Even now, I could feel the darkness slowly creeping in ready to ensnare me once again in its clutches. Yet, regardless of the fear, rage, like nothing I had felt before reared to the front. It was palpable. I saw the moment he realised the sudden shift in my emotions. The smirk that he had ben spotting disappeared, and with it every trace of humour that danced imperceptibly in his eyes.

How dare this man come here claiming a child he had abandoned!

The image of Sophia's red blotchy face streaked in tears filled my mind.

"How dare you." I said, the words sounding more like a statement, as I brought my eyes back to his steel orbs.

"How dare you waltz in here claiming a child you had so callously abandoned?" I seethed.

I could feel my eyes darkening with every word I uttered. My wolf was at the fore, ready to defend her pup.

His jaw clenched causing a noticeable tick, his eyes darkening, a sure sign of his wolf making an appearance.

The dominance was tangible in the suffocating atmosphere as each of us sought to be the dominant wolf.

"I did not abandon my child." He spat, his dark eyes boring through me.

I snorted at that.

"I know what I saw," I spat. "And the side of a trash bin in a dark alley was the cosy little cot where I found my daughter."