Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate (Samantha and Kade) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

“Let’s do it, then.” Samson looked at me. “If you consent to it, of course.”

I paused, my throat too tight to speak. All my life, I had assumed my biological father was nothing more than a deadbeat-that he had abandoned my mother, leaving her pregnant and alone, and that he wasn’t worth knowing.

But if it was really Samson… Then I wanted to know. Goddess, how badly I wanted my father to be this kind, wonderful man; how I wanted Tyler to be the loving, protective sibling that I never got to have.

And yet there was also a part of me that couldn’t help but wonder just how painful it would be if it were all untrue. How my heart, having already grown faint tendrils of hope, could shatter so easily if the test came back negative.

But in the end, my curiosity won out. “I want to do it,” I said.

Jayne left after that to gather the mistletoe. Natasha grabbed Samson’s arm and whispered something to him that I couldn’t make out, but he shook his head and pulled away from her. His face was resolute.

A few minutes later, Jayne returned with the leaves. As she approached, Natasha shook her head, placing herself between me and her.

“Samson, you can’t do this!” Natasha cried. “She’s not your daughter-she can’t be-”

“First, you were angry that I might be Tyler’s mate. Then, you thought that I was trying to seduce your husband,” I grit out before she could finish. “And now you’re mad that I might be his daughter? Shouldn’t you be relieved, if that’s the case?”

Natasha whipped her head around to look at me. I could see the hatred in her eyes. She didn’t care what or who I was to Samson or Tyler-she only wanted me gone. She wanted me to be nothing to them.

She wanted me to be nothing at all.

“That’s enough, Natasha,” Samson said. His voice was firm, although not completely unkind. “It’s a simple test, nothing more.”

Natasha hesitated, glancing between the two of us with her fangs bared, but finally retreated to the corner. She folded her arms and plopped down onto a folding chair.

“Fine. But I doubt that little wretch is your daughter. She’s a liar and a criminal-hardly the type to share your superior genetics.”

I lifted a brow at that, but didn’t bother arguing further. Jayne approached me with the mistletoe leaf and gently moved aside my hospital gown. The leaf smelled sweetly of sap as she carefully rubbed it into my skin until a faint orangish-golden symbol began to appear.

My totem.

The first layer slowly appeared: a crow, symbolizing my great-grandfather’s pack, the Nightwings.

Then came my grandfather’s pack. A wolf’s fang. Silverfang pack.

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And finally… the third piece of my totem appeared.

A delicate flower.

Nightshade pack.

Samson’s breath caught as the symbol appeared. I couldn’t believe it. It all felt like a dream that I might wake up from in a moment. And yet, even when I pinched myself, I didn’t wake. The symbol remained, pulsing that bright golden color, shimmering just above my skin.

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