The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 4

Sandi

"Jackson, don't," my mother stated, her eyes on my father.

"She wants to know, Janice. She deserves to know," my father told her.

"Do you hear yourself right now?" my mother asked him. "She is still just a child. She needs to be protected. And as her parents, our job is to keep her safe."

My father stopped talking, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Looking at my mother, he said, "As her parents, we need to prepare her for whatever her future might hold. And the best way for us to do that is by telling her the truth."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"He isn't talking about anything you need to concern yourself with," my mother said hurriedly, keeping her voice quiet.

"Don't tell her that. This is important. She needs to know the truth. We need to tell her," my father snapped quietly.

"Guys! Please! Talk to me. What are you talking about? Does this have something to do with you guys suddenly wanting to leave this place?" I asked, an uneasy feeling creeping into the pit of my stomach.

My mother looked at me and I could see her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. She turned her gaze to my father, and I watched as she placed her hand over his. "Please, don't do this here. We can talk about this when we get home. Not here," she whispered.

"Fine, we will discuss this at home," my father stated, pulling his hand out from under hers.

The moment we got home from dinner, I was eager for answers. The second we walked through our front door, I turned to my parents and asked them both, "So what were the two of you talking about at dinner?"

"Maybe she doesn't need to know just yet," my mother said hurriedly to my father.

"Yes, I do need to know. If it concerns me, I need to know," I stated, my gaze meeting that of my mother.

"It is time, Janice. She needs to know the truth. Like she said, it concerns her, so she deserves to know," my father told my mother, looking at her in a way I had never seen him look at her before.

My mother looked at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears once more. As I stood there, with her terrified eyes locked on mine, her tears spilled over and began to slowly make their way down her cheeks.

"Mom," I whispered, shocked to see her crying. "What's wrong?" I asked her, my anger giving way to worry.

She rushed towards me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. As she hugged me tightly to her, her body began to shake, as she sobbed, "My baby, oh my baby," over and over again.

"Janice, come on. There is no need for all this blubbering. Sandi is fine. We are fine. Stop this nonsense right now," my father said, as he looked at her in annoyance.

My mother stepped back from me and looked towards my father. "Jackson, stop it. Stop it right now. You are being so mean to me. What is wrong with you?" she said, tears still trailing down her cheeks.

"And you are blubbering like a big baby," he retorted. "Dang it woman, get control of yourself."

"Guys please," I said, cutting into their little spat before it became a full-blown argument. "Can one of you just tell me what is going on, please?" I pleaded.

"Okay. But first, I want everyone to take a seat. So, into the living room we go. Move it," my father said, gesturing for me and my mother to move into the living room as instructed.

Without another word, we all walked into the living room, and each of us took a seat. Once we were all seated, my mother looked over to where I was sitting. She began to wipe the tears from her cheeks, as she said, "We need to leave here as soon as possible. It is the only way we can keep you safe."

Keep me safe? Did they know about the werewolves? Is that what they were talking about?

Needing to know, I asked, "Keep me safe? From who?"

"We can't risk them taking you away from us," my mother whispered.

"Can't risk who taking me away? The werewolves?" I asked, looking between them both.

My father started laughing. "Werewolves? What are you talking about?"

"She has clearly been watching those scary movies again," my mother stated, laughing along with him.

"Stop dancing around the subject and tell me what you guys are talking about!" I snapped, beginning to get annoyed with them both. Why couldn't they just spit it out already?

"Well, for starters, we aren't talking about those mythical monsters in your horror movies and story books. You were the one doing that," my father laughed, while looking at me like I was crazy.

"Mom! Please! Please help me to understand what is going on here!" I begged her.

"We need to leave here because we don't have any documentation for you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"What... what... do you mean...?" I whispered, shocked as her words ran through my head on a loop. I had heard her words, but I wasn't able to process them.

"We have no papers or records for you. We don't even have a birth certificate for you," she explained.

"What? How is it even possible for you not to have a birth certificate for me?" I asked, confused by what she had just said. "Did you lose it? And if you did lose it, can't you just request a new copy? I mean, surely the hospital could help you out with that? There has to be a way for people to get new documents if they lose them," I said.

"It's not that easy," my father stated, his voice flat.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Because you are not ours," he said, an edge in his voice.

I looked at him in shock. His words hit me like a physical punch that knocked the air right out of my lungs. I looked at him in shock as I tried to process what he had just said. When I could draw a breath once more, I demanded, "What the actual f**k, Dad?"

"You're not ours," he repeated without blinking.

I looked between my mother and father. Every memory I had, included them. Now they were telling me I wasn't theirs.

"I found you sweetheart. You were just a baby. Like, maybe a month or two old at the time. I went for a walk along the river and I heard crying in the woods, and I went to check it out, and there you were. I looked around, and I couldn't see anyone around. So, I picked you up and I brought you home with me. No one ever came looking for you. So we kept you for ourselves. We raised you as our own," my mother explained, looking more heartbroken by the second.

"So... so you... you just kept me? I... I don't understand. If you didn't have any documentation for me, how were you able to enroll me in school?" I asked.

"Your father was able to create a fake birth certificate for you. The school didn't scrutinize it because they had no need to. But now that you are graduating, you will need documentation. And the people who require such documentation will heavily scrutinize those documents. And once they realize you are undocumented, your life will become complicated," my mother explained.

"You would be taken away from us for starters," she replied, wiping tears from her cheeks with her fingertips.

"But..." I began, but my mother continued speaking.

"There were a lot of murders around that time. Bodies were turning up all the time throughout the region. It is possible your birth mother could have been one of those murder victims. So... if the truth of how we ended up with you were to come out. The authorities would more than likely do DNA testing to see if they could link you to any of the bodies they found," she said.

"Look, Mom, Dad, you guys need to stop worrying. I am almost an adult. I can take care of myself. So, please stop stressing about documents and what not," I told them.

"Sandi, be that as it may. Throughout life, you are going to find yourself in situations where you won't be able to control the outcome," my mother stated.

"Okay, look. We are leaving, so it doesn't matter. After you graduate tomorrow, we will be gone from here for good. You, me and your mother. We will be safe together," my father said, his voice firm.