Yes, he's your father." She whispers her head down in defeat.
"So the man I thought was my father, Alpha Roman, isn't my father and he knows that," I say, trying to let the idea sink in.
"You can't tell him you found out," she says, sounding exhausted.
"I won't."
"Well, let's go," my mother says, getting up slowly, "This will probably be the only chance you have to meet him."
I'm frozen in my chair, stunned that my mother is willing to take me to visit him. She starts towards the already opened door and I quickly push up from my chair to keep up with her. I concentrate extra hard on these stupid stairs so that there isn't enough space in my brain to think of what is about to happen.
We get to the bottom and in no time we are at the door. My mother grabs the key and turns to me askin
