Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472: My team.

Leilani.

"You."

It was funny how that one syllabic word told me half of what I needed to know. Funny how the shock on the faces of my mates was all that needed to be seen for me to understand that this man right here was indeed related to me one way or the other no matter how hard I stubbornly refused to believe it.

Another reason I was stubborn to accept him as one of mine is the fact that seeing him reminds me of what my biological father would have been. I mean, my father would have looked exactly like this if he had not been betrayed and killed by Darius and everyone else involved in his death.

I was soon snapped out of this thought when Zevran rose to his feet with the speed of lightning but I didn’t miss the sudden fear in his eyes as they raked from the top of Uncle Theon’s head to his feet. He drawled;

"We killed you. Didn’t we?"

I smiled.

"Is this some sort of magic or something?"

"What the Hell is happening here, Leilani?"

As the three of them spoke in heated tones, I simply watched.

Theon Valemont, on the other hand, did not respond to them nor did he try to acknowledge them in any way possible. Heck, he didn’t even look like he had heard them speak at all. And for a moment, all of his attention was focused on me.

His eyes were too intense. Too deep. It felt like he could see through my body into whatever laid underneath and that made me very very uncomfortable.

"Lani!" That was Kael, but I didn’t turn to look at him. Instead, I focused on the man who now sat on Zevran’s previously occupied seat. The man who now crossed his arms over his bulky chest as he asked;

"What? Is that guilty conscience I see eating into you three?" His voice was cold, causing the triplets to back down.

I then turned to them, smiled softly and muttered; "Meet my Uncle, Theon, my biological father’s twin brother."

As soon as I said that, a knowing expression formed on their faces. Uncle Theon still didn’t acknowledge them as he drawled;

"Why are we having this conversation with these boys?"

’Boys’ like they were nothing more than pesky insects under his boots.

’Boys’ like he couldn’t manage another moment being in the same room with them.

His eyes locked on mine and in that moment, I felt a fragment of his strength... and goddess, all I can say is: ’it was magnificent!’ It was overwhelming and made Darius’ intense strength feel like a child’s play in comparison.

His purple eyes felt as though they were staring straight into my soul and for some reason, something about him felt familiar... seemed too familiar.

I drawled; "They are my mates."

At the mention of those words, I saw him physically recoil like he had been struck. He finally cast a glance at them then at me, and then muttered; "I know, and I also heard that they were the executioners four years ago, during the..."

"Uncle!" I snapped, interrupting him. I do not know why I had decided to call him that but as soon as I did, his face darkened. A look so dark and so twisted etched its way into his face, making my heart skip a beat or several beats in my chest.

"No, I do not." My answer was firm. Resolute. "I want you to rule."

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