The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 122

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Evie’s pov

His fingers were warm on my skin. He held me so tenderly as though he was scared I’d break under any slight pressure. My heart squeezed.

I searched his gaze. He wanted a chance?

And then he leans down and his forehead gently presses against mine. I held my breath as I clenched my eyes closed tightly, trying to push down the rush of emotions racing through me right now.

“Ryan,” I said softly and then peeled my eyes open. Green clashes with black and my heart races in my chest. “It’s going to take me a while to forgive you fully,” I whispered truthfully. “That night….the pain….it’s going to take me some time to forget it.”

He just stayed there, forehead pressed to mine as he took in a whiff of me, breathing me in like he’d been deprived of my scent for years. I don’t find it weird at all and in fact do the same despite trying to act all calm and composed.

“I know,” he finally breathed out, his voice faint. “And I don’t expect you to just…forget the pain I caused you that night. I wouldn’t, if I were you. But we can take one step at a time. We don’t need to rush us. Take all the time you need Evie. I’ll wait for you because you’ve always been worth waiting for. ”

My heart pounds.

He cupped my jaw lovingly and my eyes closed. “However, I do want to meet our son.”

My eyes flew open.

There it was.

The one thing I had known was coming the second he found out.

He wanted to meet Atlas.

My heart gave a hard, uneven thud against my ribs.

Ryan must have felt the way my body tensed because his hand loosened on my jaw almost immediately, as if he were afraid I would slap it away.

“Not tonight,” he rushed out quickly as if scared his word had pushed me away. “I’m not asking you to bring him to me right now. I just….. I want to meet him, Evie.”

I stepped back then, slowly, until the warmth of him wasn’t wrapped around my frame anymore. The sudden distance made the room feel colder than it had a moment ago. I look at him and for the first time since he stepped into my room, he reeked of fear. “I need to see him Evie. Even if it’s only for a little while.”

I stared at the floor, trying to quiet the feelings inside me. The truth was…..I had imagined this moment before. Not recently but back when I had just given birth to our son, Atlas.

The moment I held my son to my chest, the blood still on his skin, his cries echoing in my ears, I wondered what it would’ve been like if Ryan had been there.

Would it have been different? Better?

Would he have held Atlas the way he was looking at me now? Would he have kissed our heads and told us he loves us? Would he hold us through the night?

The thought had been painful back then because I thought there would never be a day he’d know about our son. But now…..he wanted to be in Atlas’s life….

I couldn’t say no.

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My fingers curled slightly at my sides as I lifted my gaze back to him, our eyes clashed. “1….” I swallowed the lump in my throat before I forced the words out of my mouth. “I can’t say no to that.”

For a moment, Ryan freezes as if he hadn’t expected me to agree and give in so easily. And then his eyes, they start to flicker with relief and he draws out a sigh. “Evie thank you-

“But we take things slow. We can’t just throw it on him so quickly,” I interrupted. Atlas didn’t know him and the only thing

Atlas knew about his ‘father’ was that he abandoned us.

Ryan nodded immediately, like he would’ve agreed to anything I said in that moment. “Slow,” he repeated as if he was testing it on his tongue. “I can work with that.”

There’s a pause between us before he questions softly. “Can I know a little about him Evie?”

My heart skips a beat. Atlas was everything Ryan had been when he was younger. It was like I had birthed Ryan.

“He likes Garfield,” I whisper, smiling as I picture Atlas seated on the couch with some snacks around him, face messy with chocolate as he watches his favorite show, Garfield.” He loves anything animated,” I giggle.

Oh, how I’ve missed him so badly. I can’t wait to hold him tightly and never let go again.

Ryan’s lips twitched into a small smile, his eyes shining brightly. “Garfield?” he repeated, like he was trying to picture it.

I nodded, the smile still lingering on my lips. “He’s obsessed with it. If you put anything else on, he complains the entire time until you change it back.”

A quiet huff of laughter escaped Ryan. “I used to do that,” he murmurs as the small smile he had on his face spreads wider into a grin.

“I know,” I said before I could stop myself.

Ryan’s gaze softens on me and I quickly add. “He likes sweet things too. Maybe a little too much because most of the time I have to hide the snacks. If he gets them, he will then pretend he doesn’t know what happened,” I let out a small giggle as I remember

our son’s antics.

Ryan’s grin grew and his eyes shone with warmth. “Oh, he’s definitely my son.”

He had no idea.

I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to laugh out loud as I added. ” He likes to play fight with the warriors and watch them train.”

Ryan’s brows lifted. “Train with the warriors?”

“Yes,” I said, crossing my arms. “He wants to become the strongest warrior.”

Ryan chuckled under his breath, shaking his head slightly. “I used to do that too. Wait for the warriors to get back so I can train with them, even though they never wanted me to.”

“I remember,” I said quietly and swallowed.

“Our son….” Ryan whispers and his eyes had that gleam that lets me know he was imagining Atlas. “Sounds amazing.”

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