Chapter 174

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I wanted answers from him, but I am also glad the argument that was about to go down was diffused

for now.

“Father, can I speak to you privately?” Sebastian asks coldly.

Perhaps I spoke too soon!

“We have guests, Sebastian,” Aran replies, clenching his jaw.

“Oh, don’t stop on my behalf, and I wouldn’t consider myself a guest… but as you wish,” Gerard says.

“Or… perhaps while you both have your

conversation, maybe Zaia could keep me company?”

Sebastian frowns, ready to reply, when I place my hand on his arm. “I think that would be great.” I look

at Sebastian, who is frowning sharply, and I reach up and peck his lips softly.

Our eyes meet and I hope this time he can read me.

I will be ok.

“Go,” I say quietly.

Sebastian nods, glancing at Gerard before looking at his father and jerking his head towards the door.

“Come, father.”

Aran frowns, glancing at me before he follows Sebastian to the door. Sebastian glances back at me,

before frowning at the man opposite me and leaves the room. Aran shuts the door after himself, leaving

me alone with Gerard….

SEBASTIAN.

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“This could wait,” Dad sneers, the coldness back in his voice the moment the door of his office shut.

“No, it can’t. What is your issue with the Toussaint’s?”

“That is none of your business! Sebastian, enough!” Dad threatens.

“No. I want to know because whatever it is, is what has caused issues, preventing the Toussaint’s from

accepting me!” I growl.

As the words leave my lips, I realise it is my greatest issue… more than wanting to know what the

reason is, it’s wanting to know why… why was I never accepted. Where did I lack as a mate and

husband towards Zaia?

Before I f ucked things up, of course,

“Since when does another’s opinion matter?” Dad spits.

“It does when it’s the parents of my woman. Their behaviour towards me has always caused tension. I

want to know why that is. Tell me now.” I snarl.

He shakes his head as he stands there behind his desk, staring at me. “We accepted Zaia, did we not?

Why do you need their approval? You are here, in this pack! This is where you belong. Their opinions

don’t matter.”

“It does when I know I’m constantly being lied to! There are things I should know, but I am never told!

Like the Blood Borns, you know about them, right? The Triquetras?!”

His silence answers that question, but it only grates on my f ucking nerves. I feel a rage inside of me,

one that’s slipping from my grasp and the only thing keeping me sane is Zaia.

“Tell me why the f uck the Toussaint’s dislike me.” I snarl.

“Are you certain that you can handle the truth, Sebastian?” He hisses.

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“If I can handle your hatred, I can handle anything.” I counter coldly.

He looks down before he smiles humourlessly. “Well… I did everything to keep the truth hidden, for

your sake, but I don’t think I care anymore. You are nothing more than trouble. Riled with arrogance

and pride. Perhaps the truth will remind you of your place!” He says contemptuously.

The door opens and we both turn as Mom enters, shaking her head at Dad, her face pale.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Your son wants to know why the Toussaints don’t like him. I think it’s high time I tell him.

“Please… Aran, don’t,” she whispers.

“No. He should know the truth,” Dad answers with a sneer.

“Just spit it out,” I say, running my fingers through my hair agitatedly.

“See, I should have followed my judgment and gotten rid of him that very first day! Look at his

arrogance! I knew I never should have listened to you!” He snaps at Mom, who flinches.

My eyes flash. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” I snarl, slamming my hand on the table as my

aura swirls around me.

I see the glimmer of fear in his eyes, but it’s gone so fast I wonder if I scared him?

“I can speak to her however I wish Do you want to know the truth? Then here it is!” he says, flinging his

hands wide before pointing at me with a trembling hand.

“You. Are. Not. My. Son!”

Those words shoot through me, echoing in my mind as I stare at him,

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shocked. I’m unable to process it…

I think I hear Mom break into so bs, but I’m unable to focus on her as I stare at Dad’s cold, satisfied

smirk of victory… Almost as if he wanted. to those words to hurt me.

As if this was a burden he wanted off his chest.

“See? You are no Alpha of this pack. I gave it to you as charity! I

raised you although I didn’t need to! That’s why the Toussaint’s don’t like you, knowing their daughter is

mated to a false Alpha!”

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