Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75 *

Angelina’s POV

Derek’s head snapped up, eyes sharp despite the tears. “Why do you want to know?”

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“Because I’m interested in understanding what drives someone to dedicate their life to Special Forces,” I said calmly. “Sometimes it’s patriotism. Sometimes it’s personal loss. And you seem like someone carrying a heavy burden.”

His sister jumped up. “That’s enough! You have no right to-”

Derek raised his hand, stopping her. “It’s okay, Sarah.”

He stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to see into my soul. You know what? You’re right. I am carrying a burden. For twenty- three years. You want to know what happened? Fine. Maybe saying it out loud to a stranger is exactly what I need.”

He stood and walked to a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of expensive whiskey. He poured himself a glass.

I’ll have one too,” I said.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You’re fifteen.”

*I insist.”

Something in my tone made him pause. After a moment, he poured a second glass and handed it to me. “Let’s talk outside. This isn’t a

conversation for the living room.”

We walked up to a second-floor balcony off what looked like the master bedroom. The night air was cool, carrying the scent of jasmine from

the garden. City lights twinkled in the distance below Mountain View Estates.

“Your family mentioned something about a gang leader. What does that have to do with Aurora’s death?”

Derek’s expression turned even more bitter. “That’s just a lie I told them. A cover story. The fewer people who know about werewolves, the

better. I didn’t want my family getting involved in that world. It’s too dangerous.”

He looked out at the city lights. “I told them I took down a gang leader during a mission, and his people came for revenge. Killed Aurora, took

our daughter. It’s easier for them to understand than the truth.”

“And what is the truth?” I pressed.

Derek leaned against the railing, staring at his whiskey. Then he asked abruptly, “Are you a werewolf?”

How does he know?

I kept my expression neutral, but inside I was shocked. A human shouldnt know about werewolves.

But I nodded anyway. An Alpha King didn’t need to play mind games with humans. In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were meaningless.

Derek let out a long, bitter laugh. “Fate really has a twisted sense of humo.”

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Tue, Feb

Chapter 75*

He downed his whiskey in one gulp. ‘Aurora was a werewolf too. A Gamma from Meadow Pack.”

What he said was consistent with the information.

“I was human, Derek continued, his voice rough. “Just a young soldier who fell in love with a woman who could turn into a wolf. Sounds crazy, right? But Aurora was my fated mate. You know what that means in your world, don’t you? The one person the Moon Goddess destined for

you.”

I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak.

“Meadow Pack’s Alpha, Marcus Matthews, was furious,” Derek said. “A Gamma warrior bound to a mere human? It was beneath the pack’s dignity, he said. Everyone opposed us. The Alpha, the Beta, even Aurora’s own parents. They said it was an insult to the pack bloodline.”

He gripped the railing, knuckles turning white. “Aurora chose me anyway. She stood before the entire pack and renounced her place. They cast her out. She gave up everything-her family, her pack, her identity as a wolf-just to be with me.”

“We settled in the human world, got married, and had a daughter. Three years of simple, perfect happiness.”

Derek’s voice broke. “Then one night, I came home from a mission and found Aurora dead. Murdered. And our three-year-old daughter was gone. Vanished. No forced entry. No struggle. Just Aurora lying in a pool of blood, and our baby girl missing without a trace. Like a ghost had

come and destroyed my entire world in one night.”

Shock hit me first, then rage-white-hot and all-consuming. But underneath it all was something else. Sadness. Regret.

She threw away everything for love. And for what? Three years of happiness before someone murdered her and stole her child?

I didn’t know whether to admire her courage or mourn her foolishness. Love had made her vulnerable. Love had gotten her killed.

Mother, was it worth it? Was he worth losing everything?

I stood there, the whiskey untouched in my hand. The wind carried the smell of chlorine from the pool below.

“I tried to investigate,” Derek continued bitterly. “I went to Meadow Pack, demanded answers. But they wouldn’t cooperate. Said it wasn’t their

problem anymore-Aurora was Rogue, dead and gone. And I was just a human. What was I going to do against werewolves? I couldn’t fight

them. Couldn’t force them to tell me the truth.”

He laughed, a hollow sound. “Twenty-three years of searching. Private investigators, police contacts, every resource I have. Nothing. My daughter is gone. Probably dead. And I’ll never know who took her or why they killed Aurora.”

My throat tightened. I’d spent so long believing I was unwanted, abandoned like trash. That my parents had thrown me away without a second

thought.

But this man had been searching. For twenty-three years.

All that hatred I carried. All that rage. It was built on a lie.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to destroy something. Someone had stolen those years from us.

Whoever did this will pay. They will pay.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. It was all I could manage.

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