Ella Es Tu Padre Capitulo 1 소설 & 이야기

The man glared at her, but decided to cooperate “Estoy aqui por el que mató a mi padre (I am here for the one that killed my father)” Elleanna arched an eyebrow and then smirked “ah si te pareces a el (ah yes, you look like him)” The man glared at her. She quickly became bored “Your Father was evil..I wonder if you knew he killed pregnant women and even children..” She hissed before she ended his life then she left the cellar.

Was his first question. "Yes, Elias I knew his dad was Alpha and that someday Axel would become an Alpha. But when I left, he wasn’t Alpha yet. His father Alpha Alistair wasn’t a nice man. I didn’t know what he would do if he knew I was pregnant." Elias looked at me concerned. "Were you scared mama? My papa is not like that man is he?" "No, no," I quickly explained, "your father has always been kind and from what I’ve heard he is a far better Alpha and person than Alpha Alistair ever was."

It confused him since he knew money was a constant problem to them. One time, he roused from bed due to thirst. Faint sobs were picked by his ears as he passed from the room of his parents. Coincidentally, his Mama emerged through the door opening. Her eyes dilated; surprised he was still up. She averted his gaze quickly. Eli, being a filial son, wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "Papa and I are blessed to have a very responsible child like you, my Eliseo." she whispered to him while combing his hair with her sinewy slender fingers.

I can’t deny that. While waiting, I saw father opened the door and look at me sitting at the waiting area outside the office. “Come here, Elsie. You can come in now.” I stood up and slowly approach the door. When I finally get in, I was too stunned to speak after seeing the guy beside him. He was fvcking gorgeous! “Elsie, this is Lacrus Valencia,” father speaks and points the man who has been staring at me for a quiet long time. His stares really give me chills.

Like I was a suitcase to pack and ship? No one was sending me off to Italy. I was going to NYU, not into some twisted mob marriage with a man who looked like he could kill with a glance. As the door shut behind them, I whirled on my father. “Papà, what the hell is going on?” He rubbed a hand down his face and slumped into his chair. The rest of the men had filed out, leaving only Uncle Vittoria and Antonio. “Sit, Ana.” “I’d rather stand until you tell me what this is.”

I was about to walk away from him, deeming him unfit for my strength when I heard heavy farmiliar sound approach behind me. Santiago’s voice slipped through the tension. “Marco?” Matteo’s voice followed, but a bit lower, colder. “Who is this?” My father’s eyes lit with interest. “Ah, friends. You never told me you had friends.” He stepped forward, extending a hand like he had every right to be introducing himself to them. “Elijah. Marco’s father.” Santiago’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shake his hand. Matteo hesitated, then reluctantly accepted it, out of courtesy rather than respect. “I’m Matteo Dela-Cruz, Marco's friend.”

Elenar’s magical power had dealt a blow to him, and he could feel his internal organs bleeding. He chanted a few words and vanished into thin air before Beta Andrew could reach him. Killian reached in time just before his son fainted. He caught him and hugged him tightly. “Eli, are you okay?” Eli slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his father’s handsome face appear in front of him, he wondered if he was still alive, or if he was imagining things even in his death. He opened his mouth and slowly called out, “Daddy?” Killian nodded, “Yes, it's me. You are fine now. Sorry that I couldn’t reach here in time.”

“Very well. How are you feeling?” “Fine. Much better,” I said with a wary glance at him. “Why?” “Because I care.” I took a moment to study my mates’ reaction to this conversation, but they were all quiet and resigned, as if they already knew what was going on here. Were they keeping secrets from me again? “I care because— Fuck.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m your father, Elara.” I waited for whatever punch line was supposed to follow such an insane statement, but one never came. My wolf skipped around inside my chest, doing her own little happy dance. One I wasn’t prepared to share with her yet. Instead I blurted, “What?”

Flat. Sebastian turned to her and grabbed her arm then pulled her behind him. "This is the man? The one who's been calling you? The one who makes you flinch? The one you're scared of?" He asked, his voice filled with pure anger. Elena didn't answer. She just stared at me. Her hands were shaking at her sides. "He's my father, Elena. My fucking father," Sebastian said. He was breathing hard. His chest was heaving. "And you've been sleeping with him? You've been letting him—"