Alpha's Second Chance novel Chapter 147

OLIVIA

We were all shocked, right there in front of us stood a woman looking my dad’s age.

“Greta?” Dad asks, and she smiles.

“Klaus, my old friend.” She says, smiling.

“Greta, it really is you. But how?” Dad says as he gives her a hug.

“A month ago I found an old photo and the carved wolf made in a tree. I used my powers to check on you and felt that you were ill. I thought about coming then. But I figured you were with your mate and family, so I did not want to impose. Last night, a voice full of power spoke in my head and told me that an old friend needed my help, and my first thought was You, my friend.” She says and looks at Dad, who smiles.

“Greta, meet my family: my son Matt and his mate Anna, my daughter Olivia and her mate Logan. These are Logan’s Beta’s Luca, former Alpha Kyle, and his mate Kate. My four grandkids are sleeping.” Dad tells her, and she greets us all but then looks at Dad.

“Where Is your mate? Is this why you have fallen ill?” She asks him softly. And Dad nods his head.

“My Mate was killed several years ago in z rouge attack, by the rouge king himself,” Dad says, and we all look at him in shock.

“Dad? What?” I ask before anyone can.

“Sorry I never told you, Muffin, but yes, the rouge king was the rouge that killed your mother,” Dad says.

I am shocked. Not only was the rouge king trying to get me so I could help his son, but I now learned that he was the one who took my mom from me. I am furious, boiling inside, and close to losing control, but then I feel Logan enter my mind and put his arms around me.

‘We will kill him, and You will kill baby, I promise. Don’t lose control, baby, and you can hurt everyone here if you do.’ He softly tells me in our mindlink, and I begin to relax.

‘You promise?’ I ask him.

‘Yes I promise, I will let you kill him, in any way you want to.’ He promised me.

‘Thank you.’ I tell him. And focus on the room again.

“I am sorry." I say bowing my head in shame when I realize I had cast out my aura, making everyone fall to their knees.”

“I am so sorry,” I say again.

“Don’t be my child. We understand.” Kate says and gives me a hug, and everyone nods their heads, but I look at Greta.

“I am sorry. I do not normally lose control like this. I understand if you think it’s too big a risk to help us.” I tell her, but she smiles.

“Do not be sorry for your feelings; it’s understandable, and I am still here. Aren’t I?” She says, smiling.