Page 142 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

Sasha faced her family. “Mom, Dad…” Her gaze slid to her siblings. “Ty, Sky.”

They all watched Sasha with rapt attention.

“I am part Light Fae.”

Silence blanketed the table. Sasha’s father frowned in confusion, while her mother gaped at her. Her siblings were no better off, for their brows rose in pure astonishment. Even my sentinels were stunned speechless.

“What?” Sasha’s Beta Garret whispered.

Sasha’s mother, Lara, shook her head. “What did you mean, Sasha? It’s impossible for you to be any part of a Light Fae. You’re a werewolf.”

“Sauce,” Ty called, using my childhood nickname, “The Light Fae are all dead. Wiped out, remember. They gave their lives to protect us all in the Great War with the Dark Fae.”

Sky nodded. “And sacrificed themselves to gain our freedom. There is no way that they exist for you to be—I mean…” Both Sky and her brother looked toward their parents. Raw suspicion along with betrayal shone in their eyes.

I blinked.Wait…they think…

Sasha gasped. “No! Oh, no,” she exclaimed, throwing out her hands. “I don’t mean to imply that one of our parents cheated on the other. I’m saying that one of our great ancestors was Light Fae, and I inherited the power from her, way down the bloodlines.”

“How is that possible?” her father asked.

“Sasha has told me about her curse as a babe,” I said. “How she was meant to die.” The family turned their gaze to me, puzzlement etched across their faces. “You know that your omega healer saved Sasha’s life by killing her latent wolf.” I looked at Sasha. “She isn’t wholly latent.”

Sasha noted my nod of encouragement. She closed her eyes, as if she were uttering a prayer, and her tight curly hair rose as if on invisible wind currents. Her hair whipped about her shoulders in a building phantom wind. Lara flinched. Ty and Sky rose from their chairs, their claws sliced out, a look of horror and wonderment on their faces. My sentinels jumped back, their chairs crashing to the ground. Garett scrambled away, the latent sentinel following. Only Nick sat still in his chair, a look of wonder but also with a resigned glint in his hazel eyes.

Then a glow peeked out from behind her closed eyelids. The room hummed with energy; it crackled with the might of it. Sasha’s eyes flew open, her pupils absent, as a pale aura filled her eyes. A collective gasp from her mother and siblings rose. Yet, the father remained unmoved.

I narrowed my eyes on him.

Interesting…

Then a flare of light burst through the room. I threw up my arm, shielding my eyes. The light dimmed. I lowered my arm. And a wolf made out of waves of light stood in the middle of the living room.

“My god,” Lara breathed.

“What the fuck?” Garret whispered.

“Goddamn,” whispered my sentinels.

Nick rose from his seat. The wolf’s gaze swung to him. Her eyes slitted, hackles slightly raised. She didn’t understand whether he was friend or foe. Sasha rose from her chair as well when her father took a step toward the wolf.

“Dad,” Sasha cautioned.

Her father held up his hand, and Sasha’s words died in her throat. I placed a hand on her arm, rubbing my thumb across her flesh. She was unaware of my comfort, her worried eyes fastened on Nick.

Her father lowered his hands and stepped toward the wolf. He paused right before its muzzle. The wolf watched him for a long, tension-filled moment. Everyone held their breath. The room held its breath. No one on this earth had been able to study light magic. It was an unknown thing, and though Sasha wielded the Light Wolf, it seemed to have a mind of its own as well. It gave a slow blink and dipped its broad head, its ears flopped down at the sides. Then it padded to him until its broad head rested on his shoulder.

Her father smiled and swept a palm into the light aura waves that wafted from its body.

“Hello, friend.”

“D-Dear,” Lara called. “Are you familiar with this… this creature?”

Nick turned, his gaze taking in his family. He gave a brief nod. His head turned to his youngest, Sasha. “It’s time I revealed to you your heritage.”

My brows shot up. The bears at the table blinked in rapid confusion.

My heart tripped and stumbled, creating a momentary jolt of unease.

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