Chapter 8: The Father's Secret

Evelyn POV

The world was spinning. My feet were shaking on the floor. I couldn't breathe. It was my father standing in front of me. I knew his face. He had saved me five years ago. He had stolen me off the pack. He had assisted me in the development of my company. He had told me he loved me.

And now he was telling me Adrian was not my son.

"No," I said. The word sounded like a fragmented object. "No. Adrian is my baby. I gave birth to him. I know his heartbeat. I know his cry. I know everything about him."

My dad, Richard Carter, appeared depressed. He resembled a person who was bearing an excessively heavy burden. You did give birth to him, he said tenderly. "But Kieran is not the father. I am."

Adrian was crying in my arms. He did not know what was going on. He had nothing to be frightened and puzzled. Damien had my leg in his grip, and his little body trembling.

"That's impossible," I said. However, I was remembering even as I said it. I had recalled how the night before Kieran married me. I was recalling alcohol and a man who appeared kind-looking and said that I was beautiful. I was flashing back to how I had thought that it was a dream, it did not actually occur.

"You were young," my father said. "You were alone. You had no idea what you were about.

Fire erupted out of rage within me. You came to me when I was at a disadvantage, you say? You arrived at me when I did not know better?

"I loved you," he said. "I still do."

"You're a liar!" I screamed. Adrian broke into more violent tears. "You're a monster! You abandoned me when I was carrying a pregnancy! You left me to Kieran and his dad!

My father said, I did not know that you were pregnant before you got married to Kieran. By this point, it was too late to inform you the truth. I figured I would leave Kieran to think that Adrian was his son.

Serena was smiling. Her smile was so nasty and inhuman. What a sweet home-coming it was, she said. "Now, Richard, take the boy. We have what we need."

The little Adrian stretched his arms to Damien. The two brothers were attracted by the twin bond. They had been separated their entire lifetime, yet somehow they felt that they belonged together.

"No," I said. I pulled Adrian closer. "You can't have him. He's my son. Whatever the blood says, Adrian is my son. I love him. I raised him. He's mine."

My father made a step towards me. "Evelyn, you don't understand. This has all been planned. Serena and Victor had to have leverage. They had to have one that Kieran would give anything to get. Adrian was the perfect tool."

"Tool?" I uttered its name as poison. "My son is not a tool. My son is a person. He is a human being with heart and soul.

Kieran was making an attempt to rise. A gun was pointed at him by Victor holding him down. My father had betrayed me. The person whom I believed was my savior was my destroyer.

You love him, then, you will give him to us, said Serena to him who was my father. You will leave Evelyn behind and go with us. You will make us take the Blackwood Pack. You will aid us in his ruin, everything Kieran has put together.

My father looked at Adrian. He looked at me. I could observe the war taking place in him. I was able to see him struggling between what he could want and what was right.

"I can't," he said finally. He turned away from Serena. "I can't do this. Not anymore. Not to Evelyn. Not to the boy."

The face of Serena flushed with anger. "You worthless fool," she said. She put up her hand and the men with guns advanced. When you will not assist us, then you are useful nothing.

"Run!" my father shouted at me. "Evelyn, take the boys and run!"

He threw something at the men. It was a tiny machine, which burst forth into dazzling brightness and rattling noise. The smoking warehouse of confusion. Guns went off. People were screaming.

I didn't think so. I just ran. I grabbed Adrian and took the hand of Damien and ran to the rear of the warehouse. I heard fighting and shouting and the noise of anarchy behind us.

A rear door came to view, and we violently forced it open into the icy night. The alley was empty and dark. I didn't know which way to go. Everything looked the same.

"Mama," Adrian said. His voice was so small. "Where are we going?"

"Away," I said. We are leaving out the bad ones.

I ran alongside the two boys, with a burning heart and screaming legs. I ran until I could not run any longer. I discovered an old house and dragged the boys into it. We were behind some boxes somewhere in a dark corner.

Adrian was crying. Damien said nothing, but his entire body was trembling. I embraced both of them and attempted to reason. I needed help. I had to have a person I could have faith in.

I used shaking hands to draw out my phone. I could only call one person. There is only one who might be of service to us.

However, I would shortly dial the phone when my phone buzzed. A message came through. It was a call of an unknown number, and caused my blood to turn to ice.

We have your father. You will give us Adrian, should you desire to see him alive again. You'll give us both boys. Text back if you agree. You are given five minutes to make your decision.

I stared at Adrian and Damien who were sleeping next to each other in the dark. They were so small. So innocent. They didn't ask for any of this. They did not wish to be born in a world of deception and deceit.

My phone buzzed again. Another message.

Four minutes.

I had to choose. Save my father or save my sons. turn them over to the boys or die my father. There was no right answer. Whatever I decided to do, it was painful.

My phone buzzed again. I could scarcely hold it because it was shaking so hard with my hands.

Three minutes. Decide now.

I started to type a response. I was going to say to them that I would bring them Adrian. I had decided to give up my son to rescue my father.

However, something happened and all that changed.

Some figures apeared in the dark. One of the little boys, perhaps eight or nine years old. He was dressed in black, and he had a gun in his hand. and his face was cold and serious, as though he had been born a killer and thus trained.

He was straight into my face with the gun.

You must go with me, the boy started. He was a monotonous speaker, without feeling. You must see something, my mother says. She tells you you have to know the truth about Adrian before you make another decision.