Purple Paw Pack

Chapter 7: Alpha Thomas Background

Chapter 7

Alpha Thomas POV

After exiling Blank from my pack, I decided now was the time to let my family in on my

past and my origin.

I called for my wife Nina, my twin pup’s Luke and Lex, my Beta Marcus, and the high counsel. Once everybody showed up in my office I instructed all to have a sit.

Nina, my wife gets up and pour everyone a drink, knowing this will be one of those

conversations.

Due to the fact that I tell her everything about myself she’s my fated mate after

all, I can’t hide anything from her even if I tried.

Okay everyone now that we’re all settled, I have some really important information to tell you, and I'm going to need you all to learn until I’m through with interruptions, is that understood!

Everyone nods in exceptions.So, I’m going to go as far back as I know.

When I was born, I was born into slavery, my mother was a slave of the Delaney Family, on a plantation in Louisiana.

I was stripped from my mother a month after I was born. I was sold into slavery and raised by other slaves that had recently given birth and had their babies taken also.

Growing up as a mixed child was in its own way cruel and a blessing. I didn’t have to do most things the other kids had to do. I was raised inside the house, not outside like the others.

I didn’t ask questions why me why not them cause I caught on early about how things run, and I know that if I had any chance at survival it was to keep my mouth shut and eyes and ears open.

As I came into my teen years, I started showing more of my fathers features, and more and more slave owners and slaves started talking about how much I favored the Delaney Family in Louisiana.

At this time I was in Texas, slowly I started learning of my family lineage but what I

was still puzzled about was WHO was my mother?

That question would only be answered by

the tongue of the Delaney’s.

So I just kept doing as I was ordered and passing time by being this quite timid boy, years went by and I became a man and was freed and my first thing was to go to Louisiana and find the Delaney Clan.

I asked around the South of the boot handle and was instructed to go to a town

called Lockport, La..

Coming into the town of Lockport at the time it was called Longueville, La., I believed I was at least 19 or 20 years old at the time.

Meaning my facial figure was more defined.I asked around town if anyone could direct me to the Delaney Family.

No one would answer, I ended up going to a bar, at least that's what I wanted to do until I read the writing on the door

“NO COLLORED ALLOWED” bold as the sun in the sky.

I turned around and walked away heading to the nearest B&B (Bed and Breakfast), I think I walked at least 10 miles before I came upon a*****e looking like a rundown ma and pa stack.

I was able to get a few things and ask if any rooms were available, the shop owner told me the direction to a B&B only 2 miles from the shop and also the owner asked me to come back by the next day.

Walking those extra 2 miles to the B&B was exhausting so a bath and bed was what I needed.

Walking into the house I was greeted by an old couple sitting in the living room watching television.

The old man got up to help his wife up from the couch and both came to greet me at

the entrance.

Hello there young fellow, what can we do for you this evening? I greeted the old couple with a hand shake with the old man and a nod to the old lady.

I’m here this evening looking for shelter and food for a couple of days. I’m here to find my family.

The couple looked at one another and smiled lovely and said to me best of wishes, this town isn’t known for telling secrets or being kind to strangers.

What family are you searching for that

can give you those kinds of answers?

From what I’ve been told in Texas, is that I favor the Delaney family here in this town.

The couple looked at me again, but this time they stared longer and then recognition appeared on their faces.

Shaking their heads while saying this can’t be.

The old man then told me to wait in the living room, he left and went up stairs, while the man was upstairs getting whatever it was that he was seeking, the lady went into the kitchen and made some tea and sandwiches.

As the lady was coming back from the kitchen the man was coming down the stairs holding something in his hands hugging it like his life depended on that one object.

The lady set the tray down on the table and poured us tea and served us sandwiches while the man figured out how he was going to say what he needed to say.

The old man sat down on the couch next to his wife and handed me a photo of a beautiful black woman and a baby wrapped in a blanket.

The woman was looking at the baby with so much love but you can see pain lingering in her eyes.

Looking up at the old couple, I had to ask Who was the woman in the photo? Why was he showing me the photo?

Then he pointed at the photo and said to me that the baby in this photo is you.

Then he grabbed my hand and lifted it up to show the birth mark on my wrist. Identical to the baby's birth mark in the photo.