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“That should go both ways, Kyson. If you don’t want me to hide things, then don’t be a hypocrite and hide things from me,” I retort, asserting my own need for openness and honesty.

“Come then. You can’t go into town in that robe. Were you really planning on wearing it out?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It smells like you,” I admit sheepishly, earning a kiss on the top of my head as he guides me towards the door. We eat hastily, both dressing quickly, and true to his word, Kyson accompanies me into town.

As we approach the old cottage on the edge of the forest, its worn walls covered in ivy, a faint flicker of light dances in the windows, casting eerie shadows. Stepping out of the car, I notice that the door hangs precariously from its hinges, while sounds of banging and crashing emanate from within.

In an instant, Kyson pushes me back into the car, his muscles tense as he prowls towards the cottage. Suddenly, a figure bursts through the doors, his body smeared with blood. Another man follows closely behind, also stained crimson. My breath catches in my throat when I recognize Trey emerging from the house.

“Trey?” Kyson questions, staring at him in disbelief. Ignoring Kyson’s gaze, I step out of the car, my eyes fixed on Trey’s distressed state as he paces back and forth, clutching at his hair. The commotion halts when a woman rushes out, grabbing the older man by the arm. She bears a striking resemblance to Ester, though her youthful appearance belies her true age. Lycan genes have a way of deceiving appearances. The woman clutches her chest upon spotting Liam and Kyson in her driveway.

“What is going on here?” Kyson demands, his voice firm and commanding. The woman’s gaze shifts to Trey, who collapses onto the ground in a defeated heap despite not being injured himself.

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

AZALEA

“I asked a fucking question!” Kyson snarls before turning on Trey. He stalks toward him when the woman calls out.

“He’s my son!” she says, making all of us freeze. My eyes widen, and Kyson looks between the couple and Trey. Liam does the same, yet my eyes go to Trey.

“Ester, is your sister?” I ask him.

“That slut is not my fucking sister!” he growls menacingly, and Kyson roars back at him. Trey drops his head before baring his neck to me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak that way to you, Azalea,” Trey murmurs.

“Okay… Well, I am fucking lost here! Not what I thought you were going to say. Not gonna lie, but when I saw you burst through those damn doors, I, for a whole second, believed Peter was your son and that you never knew,” Liam says, and Trey puts his head in his hands.

“He isn’t, though. Right? Because that’s a little fucked up. And bloody gross, man. Not that I am judging or anything, but…Fuck it! Yeah, I am judging,” Liam adds. Trey growls, glaring at Liam while my head is spinning, trying to figure it out.

“Is that what it is? Did you fuck your sister? Or is this bitch lying?” Liam asks, nudging his head at the woman. Kyson just kept staring back and forth. My neck was hurting from doing the same as I try to figure it out myself.

“I did not fuck that whore!” Trey growls.

“Wait! So Ester is your sister?!” Kyson snaps.

“She is not my sister!” Trey snarls.

“Will someone tell me what is going on here?” Kyson demands, finding himself caught up in the drama. I move toward Trey, but Kyson’s arm wraps around my waist, stopping me as he pulls me against him.

“No. You remain by my side. I won’t be taking chances with your life,” he whispers. Trey glares at the woman on the small veranda when the woman speaks as she steps down the steps and onto the grass.

“Trey is my son,” she says, and Kyson looks at Trey, and he nods.

“How?” is all Kyson says.

“My father raised me. My father was a Landeena guard,” Trey says, glaring at the man who is beside the woman.

“She is my mother and it turns out Peter is my nephew. I am Ester’s half-brother and that prick isn’t my father!” Trey snarls.

“If I were. You wouldn’t be a disrespectful little shit! I would’ve beaten that attitude out of you when you were younger. You dare come in here mouthing off and demanding answers we don’t fucking have! We don’t see Ester. She has nothing to do with us,” the man sneers.

“And where is Ester? Does anyone know?” I ask. The couple look at each other but both shrug.

“Liam, go find her and bring her to the castle,” Kyson says, although something else played on my mind. Why haven’t they come looking for Peter? Did they care so little for him?

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