Why He Really Rejected Me
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Roman didn't answer Milo.
He just stared at him.
Anaya noticed the change in his face immediately. Roman had looked angry before. He had looked worried. But this was different.
He looked scared.
“Carrying your blood?” Anaya repeated. “What exactly does that mean?”
Milo's eyes moved to Roman.
“Tell her.”
Roman's jaw tightened.
“Milo,” he warned.
“No. You've lied to her long enough.”
Anaya stepped closer. “What is he talking about?”
Roman finally looked at her.
“Anaya, I—”
“Don't. Don't start another sentence that ends with you telling me you're protecting me.”
Roman went quiet.
“You knew my mother?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Since before you were born.”
Anaya stared at him. “You were there the night she disappeared?”
Roman nodded.
“You knew she didn't abandon me?”
“She didn't.”
“Then why did you let me believe she did?”
“My father ordered me to keep you away from the pack.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“He ordered me to reject you.”
Anaya's face fell.
“So that's why.”
Roman looked down.
“I was trying to protect you.”
“You broke my heart and called it protection.”
“I know.”
“You could have told me.”
“My father would have killed you.”
Anaya swallowed hard.
Milo stepped forward. “There was another reason.”
Anaya looked at him.
“Your mother made a deal with the Moon Goddess to keep you alive.”
“What was the price?”
“Her life.”
Anaya went still.
“She sacrificed herself for me?”
“Yes.”
Anaya looked at Roman. “And you knew?”
“Yes.”
She turned away, fighting tears.
“All these years, I thought she left because she didn't want me.”
“She loved you,” Roman said. “More than anything.”
“Then why wasn't she there?”
“Because she chose to save you.”
Milo interrupted them.
“Your mother wasn't the only secret.”
Anaya looked at him.
“Your bloodline is older than the current Alpha families.”
“What does that mean?”
“You are descended from the first werewolves.”
Anaya shook her head.
“I'm human.”
“You were raised human,” Milo replied. “That doesn't mean you were born human.”
Anaya looked at the crescent mark on her wrist.
It had become darker.
“What is happening to me?”
“Your wolf is waking up.”
“I don't have a wolf.”
“You do.”
The mark suddenly burned.
Anaya gasped.
Roman caught her hand.
“Anaya!”
The pain disappeared.
She pulled her hand away.
“Don't.”
Roman frowned. “Don't what?”
“Don't act like you have the right to comfort me.”
His expression changed.
“You're still angry.”
“You rejected me.”
“I know.”
“You don't get to call me your mate now.”
Roman looked down.
“I know.”
Milo stepped closer.
“The transformation has started.”
Anaya's eyes widened.
“What happens if I don't accept it?”
“The mate bond could break.”
“And then?”
Milo hesitated.
“Your body may not survive the change.”
Roman stepped forward.
“There's another way.”
“You don't know that,” Milo said.
“I'll find one.”
Anaya looked between them.
“Why are you both talking about me like I'm not standing here?”
Neither answered.
Then Milo said, “There's one more thing.”
Anaya's stomach tightened.
“What?”
“The pregnancy.”
Roman turned toward her.
“You're pregnant?”
Anaya swallowed.
“I think so.”
“How long have you known?”
“About two weeks.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because I didn't trust you.”
Roman looked hurt.
Anaya looked away.
Milo said quietly, “The child carries both bloodlines.”
Roman's expression hardened.
“Who is coming for her?”
“People who believe that blood belongs to them.”
Anaya placed a hand over her stomach.
“What are they going to do?”
“We don't know,” Milo said.
Roman stepped closer.
“They won't touch you.”
Anaya looked at him.
“You don't get to make decisions for me.”
“I'm trying to keep you alive.”
“And I'm trying to understand my own life.”
Before he could respond, every light in the building went out.
A scream came from downstairs.
Then glass shattered.
Roman moved in front of Anaya.
“Stay behind me.”
“What is happening?”
“They found us.”
A growl came from the hallway.
Then another.
Then several more.
Milo looked through the window.
“More than fifty wolves.”
Roman's eyes changed.
“Melanie!”
No answer.
He grabbed his phone.
“Call security.”
“I already did,” Milo said.
“And?”
“They aren't answering.”
A crash came from the lobby.
Roman looked at Anaya.
“Stay here.”
“No.”
“Anaya—”
“If you're going downstairs, I'm coming.”
Roman stared at her.
Then he nodded.
“Stay close.”
They stepped into the hallway.
The emergency lights flickered.
A figure ran past the far end.
Then the elevator made a metallic sound.
Everyone stopped.
The elevator began moving.
Down.
Then up.
Then it stopped on their floor.
Roman moved in front of Anaya.
“Get behind me.”
The doors opened.
A man stepped out.
Anaya froze.
She knew that face.
Not from real life.
From the photograph of her mother.
The same eyes.
The same scar beside his eyebrow.
The man looked at her.
“Hello, Anaya.”
Roman stepped forward.
The man's eyes moved to him.
“You rejected my daughter.”
Roman went completely still.
The man took another step.
“You lied to her.”
Anaya's heart pounded.
“Who are you?”
The man looked directly at her.
Then he said the words she had spent her entire life waiting to hear.
“I'm your father.”
Anaya couldn't move.
Her father.
The word didn't fit the man standing in front of her. It was too simple for the truth she had spent years trying to understand.
Roman glanced at him.
“You're supposed to be dead.”
The man smiled without humor.
“That was the story you told her.”
Anaya looked at Roman.
“You told me my father was dead?”
Roman's silence answered.
Her chest tightened.
The man looked past Roman.
“I've waited eighteen years to meet you.”
“Why now?” Anaya asked.
“Because they found you.”
A wolf howled outside.
Then another answered.
The man's expression changed.
“We don't have much time.”
Roman stepped forward.
“You're not taking her.”
The man looked at him.
“You still don't understand, Roman.”
His eyes shifted toward Anaya.
“I didn't come here to take my daughter.”
He paused.
“I came to warn her about what is coming
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