The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 76

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Evie’s pov

I stiffen and the air around me seems to thicken. My gaze ripped from the training warriors to the woman who had ignored me for years and pretended that I wasn’t her own flesh and blood.

Beta Margaret. My mother.

‘Who’s that woman?’ Gavin mind links as he stares at my mother who was walking over here.

I swallowed something bitter as I looked away from my mother. ‘My mother.’ I replied to Gavin.

“Beta Margaret,” Ryan grabs her attention the second she draws near. ” Have you come to watch the head warrior of the midnight ridge pack train our warriors?” Though he was questioning my mother about the warriors, there’s something more Ryan wants to know.

Mother moves her eyes away from Ryan to stare at me. “I’ve come to speak to my daughter.”

I grit my teeth. Daughter? Now she wants to acknowledge me as her daughter?

I couldn’t help it. I let out a bitter laugh and watch Ryan look at me intrigued. “Daughter?” I turn to her, my eyes hard and cold. The very same way she stared at me for years.

“Now you acknowledge me as your flesh and blood Beta Margaret?” I taunt with a chill in my tone.

Her lips part, perhaps not expecting my tone. I was no longer the forgotten quiet daughter who wouldn’t dare speak up to her. “I deserve that,” she tries to keep her tone soft and kind but I can see the burning of rage flicker in her eyes.

She hasn’t changed and she still thinks of me the same. She wanted to play a game. A game I wasn’t sure if I wanted to participate in.

“But this isn’t the place Evie. I need to speak to you. In private.” Her tone was almost begging and that made me raise a suspicious eyebrow.

She looks around, silently asking her alpha for permission. Did she not know I wasn’t under his command?

I let out a snort. “Alone? Do you think you’ve earned that kind of privacy with me Margaret?” I crossed my arms over my chest, my raised brow mocking her.

She looks away, casting her gaze down to the ground. “Evie, please.”

Seeing her this pitiful made me smirk inwardly. “Evie, I only wish to speak. There are things you and I need to speak about. Things others….” she looks around and bows her head to her alpha. “Please, this is only family business.”

Family business? Since when have I been considered part of her family? For years, I was shunned and was told to not even think we were related. I was treated like the dirt beneath her feet.

Now she speaks about family.

Interesting…..

I exhale slowly through my nose then glance at Gavin. He’s watching me closely, his body tense as if ready to step in if needed. ‘I’ll be fine.’ I tell him through the mind link.

‘If she even breathes wrong, I’ll be there. I don’t care whose pack it is.’ He glances at Ryan who seemed very

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intrigued by us. His brows are furrowed in that way that lets me know his brain was thinking hard.

‘You know I can take care of myself.’ I laughed. Margaret was no match for me.

“Fine Beta Margaret,” I fold my arms behind my back and take a step towards her. “You only have ten minutes. Not a second more.”

Relief flashes in her eyes and I fight the feeling of irritation. “Thank you, Evie,” she sighs and then turns around. Please, not here. I want to have a word with you in private.”

Gavin’s hands shoot out to grab my wrist to stop me from following. “Wait.”

His sudden action made Ryan take a step forward before he planted his feet where he stood, brows drawing with confusion at his own actions.

I turn to Gavin. “I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me.”

His eyes flick to Margaret, then back to me. “If anything feels the slightest bit off-

“Gavin,” I cut in with a smile. He was so protective. “I will be fine. You’re in charge, don’t let them lose their stance.”

He doesn’t look convinced but nods anyway and peels his fingers off the bone of my wrist reluctantly. He gives me a stiff nod and I follow behind Margaret with not only his eyes burning through the back of me but…..Ryan’s.

“Why are we heading to the pack house, Margaret?” I asked sarcastically.

Her back is stiff but her pace is normal. Not rushing at all. “I think for this conversation we need a bit of wine,” she glances behind her shoulder to look at me.

She looks older than the last time I saw her. The lines at the corners of her eyes look more prominent and her skin, which she cared for so much, has many lines of acne now. She has aged terribly in just a few years.

“After all, it’s been so long since we last saw each other, I think this calls for a drink,” she continues and I let out an amused chuckle.

“Years of treating me like trash,” I voiced, my tone laced with mockery as I followed behind her to the house.” That’s your solution? Years of hatred and unnecessary violence and we fix this over wine?”

She opens the door and steps in, turning to look at me. “Must you make this difficult, Evie?”

I raised a mocking brow. “You have the audacity to ask me that?”

She lets out a breath. “Just because you’ve turned into this big lead warrior doesn’t mean you speak to me in that manner. You are still my daughter and I’m trying to fix this.”

If only she knew how too late she was because there’s nothing left to fix anymore.

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