Madeline’s POV
“What is my father doing here?” I asked Alpha Jackson.
There was a sharp pain in my chest that was slowly being replaced by anger. I wanted that man gone. I didn’t want him here. He made his choice when he left my mom and me 15 years ago. I didn’t want him here. I didn’t need him.
“You recognized him?” Alpha Jackson asked, surprised.
Of course, I did.
“I have his eyes,” I mumbled, wiping the tear from my cheek. “And my mom always showed me pictures of him. She wanted me to remember him.”
She loved him so much. She loved him even after everything he did to her. He was her fated mate, who lied to her. He promised to mark her, but he never did. He hurt her so much, and I would never forgive him for it.
I looked back at the fire.
“I will miss you, mom,”
