Page 63 of True Luna: The Unknown Magic

“Don’t talk to your mom like that,” my dad interrupted me angrily.

I looked at him and tightened my jaw.

“Alex, honey, I know that you are scared, but he won’t hurt her,” my mom said. “She is his mate. He can’t do it.”

I clenched my fists and started pacing around the office nervously.

“Why would you let him talk to her?” Mason asked. “He doesn’t deserve her. What his father did...”

“Was horrible,” my mom said, interrupting Mason. “But Alpha Hunter isn’t his father.”

“No,” Mason said angrily. “He could be even worse.”

The fear exploded inside of me. Mason was right. He could be even worse. What if he was hurting her right now? What if he killed her? What if I never saw her again?

My heart was going to jump out of my body. I could feel it in my throat. It would fall out of my mouth. I was fucking sure of it.

‘She is okay, Alex,’Axel told me.‘She is alive. I would know if she wasn’t. You would know if she wasn’t.’

Axel was right, but the fear I felt blocked me completely. I couldn't feel anything but my heart racing like crazy.

The door burst open and my uncle and aunt walked inside.

“Is it true?!” my uncle growled loudly. “Is the fucker’s son her mate?!”

My uncle was as pissed off as I was. My aunt looked worried.

“Yes,” my dad answered his question. “Alpha Hunter is her mate.”

My uncle growled and looked around the room.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Talking to Alpha Hunter,” Mason mumbled angrily.

My uncle’s eyes widened. He looked at my parents.

“How could you let that happen?!” he screamed. “We have to go get her! He is going to hurt her!”

I completely agreed with him.

“It’s okay, Andrew,” my mom said. “He won’t hurt her. She is okay.”

My uncle’s eyes widened even more.

“What the hell, Emma?” he asked angrily.

“She will be okay, Andrew,” my mom sighed. “He isn’t going to hurt her.”

My uncle looked at my dad in disbelief.

“You let your daughter alone with that man?!” my uncle exclaimed angrily. “Are you fucking insane?! His father tried to kill my mate and my son!”

“That boy is not his father, Andrew,” my mom said with a hint of anger in his voice.

My uncle looked at her and narrowed his eyes.

“No, Emma, but he was raised by him,” he said, taking a step closer to my mom. “Do you have any idea how much hatred toward us Nathan probably planted into his son? You rejected him. We humiliated him. Logan and I beat the shit out of him. He hates us, Emma, and you just left your daughter alone with his son.”

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