Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 73

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Angelina’s POV

I stood by Robert’s desk, arms crossed, watching Kingfisher step back from the final sweep of the office. She’d spent the last ten minutes methodically checking every corner, every piece of furniture, every potential hiding spot.

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it “All clear, Kingfisher said, her voice steady. She turned to face me, and I could see the tension in her shoulders. Whatever she had to tell me,

was serious.

I nodded. “Go ahead.”

Kingfisher hesitated for just a second, then spoke.

“Alpha, the intel we got before about your biological parents? It was wrong

My chest tightened. Just like that, something cold and heavy settled in my stomach.

I’d been waiting for this moment. Even in my previous life as Angelina, I’d gotten information about my birth parents once. But back then, I’d grown up in the Pack orphanage, bullied constantly, treated like garbage by everyone. Eventually, I was kicked out of the Pack entirely. When I finally became Alpha, part of me had wanted to find them. Not to reconnect. Not to play happy family. I just wanted to ask them one question

face-to-face: why did you abandon me?

Now, reborn in this body, I had Grace and Nathan. I had real family who loved me. But that question still burned in the back of my mind.

“Someone sold us fake information,” Kingfisher continued. “They fed us bullshit on purpose.”

“Who?” My voice came out flat.

Already handled. I took care of them personally.” Kingfisher’s expression didn’t change. She’d killed them. Good. “But before I did, I made them

talk. Got the real lead this time. Found your actual biological parents.”

She reached into her jacket and pulled out a folder, placing it on Robert’s desk.

I stared at it for a moment. Part of me didn’t want to touch it. Part of me wanted to grab it immediately.

Kingfisher worked fast. Too fast, almost. But then again, we’d both grown up in that orphanage together. She understood what this meant to me. She probably felt the same desperate need to find her own blood relatives someday.

We never said thank you to each other. That wasn’t how we worked. Some things went deeper than words.

I picked up the folder.

“This intel is solid,” Kingfisher said. “I confirmed it myself. Your father is human-he lives right here in this city. Your mother is a Gamma, a

member of Meadow Pack.”

Meadow Pack. The same Pack I was living in right now,

My fingers opened the folder. Names, ages, addresses, occupations. Standard background information.

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I scanned the first page, then froze.

My pupils contracted slightly. My heart skipped a beat.

The name of my biological father stared back at me from the page. A name I recognized. A face I’d seen before.

My biological father was someone I’d already met.

The realization hit me like a punch to the chest. All this time, he’d been right there. Close enough to touch.

Kingfisher noticed immediately. Her eyes sharpened.

“You’ve seen him.”

It wasn’t a question. Kingfisher had always been able to read me.

I nodded slowly. “Once. I’ve met my biological father. Just briefly. Didn’t know who he was at the time.”

“And your mother?”

“Never seen her.”

The irony wasn’t lost on me. What kind of sick cosmic joke was this?

Kingfisher moved closer. She didn’t touch me, didn’t say anything, but her presence was steady. Grounding.

I forced myself to breathe. Forced the emotion down.

“This is good news,” I said, my voice controlled. “I’ve been looking for them. Now I know where they are.”

Kingfisher tilted her head slightly. “What are you going to do?”

“Same thing I’ve always planned to do.” I closed the folder. “I’m going to ask them why they abandoned me all those years ago. I want to hear

them say it to my face.”

No matter what their reasons were, I deserved that much.

Kingfisher understood. Of course she did. She nodded once.

“Do you want to go see him now?” she asked. “I can drive you.”

I looked down at the folder in my hands. My biological father’s address was written right there. I could walk out of this office, get in a car, and

be standing in front of him within the hour.

“Yeah, I said. “Let’s go now.”

No point in waiting. I’d waited long enough.

I walked toward the door, folder tucked under my arm. Kingfisher fell into step beside me.

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The door handle turned. Robert walked back in, looking slightly harried. sorry about that, ladies. Just some drunk idiots getting rowdy. All handled now.” He noticed my cold expression. Everything okay?” he asked

“I have something I need to take care of,” I said flatly.

Robert studied my face for a moment, then nodded. He didn’t ask questions. “Alright. But hey, next time you’re in, I want you to meet my boss.”

“Sure.” I headed for the door without looking back.

Kingfisher dropped me off at the entrance to Mountain View Estates and drove away. The gates loomed ahead-massive iron things. This was

one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the area. Every house here was worth at least thirty million dollars.

I checked the address on my phone and started walking. The westernmost villa. The biggest one, naturally.

Derek Hayes. Former Special Forces captain. Wealthy. Connected.

The modern villa came into view-all glass walls and clean lines, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens. Solar panels on the roof, a three-

car garage, outdoor entertainment area with a built-in grill.

I stopped at the front gate, my hand hovering over the intercom button.

Breathe. Just breathe.

My heart was pounding. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this kind of emotion. As the world’s strongest Alpha, I’d ordered executions

without hesitation. I’d destroyed entire packs. But standing here, about to confront my possible father, my hands were shaking.

I pressed the button.

A male voice came through the speaker. “Hello?”

*Hi,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I’m a student who participated in the outdoor education program at Camp Redwood last week. Is

this Captain Derek? I’m the girl who successfully ambushed you from behind during the paintball exercise.*

There was a pause, then the man’s voice brightened immediately. “Ha! You The girl who appeared behind me like a ghost! I was just telling my

teammates-I haven’t met a kid with that kind of natural talent in years. Hold on, I’ll open the gate right now.”

The electric gate began to slide open.

He sounds… happy. Genuinely happy.

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