55- Bridget between the Lies

Bridget POV

“Baby,” Wesley pulls me close as Victor reads Dad’s eulogy.

“I’m okay,” I lean on him for support. My dad wants everyone to think he loved me. These words are hollow and too late. If he loved me, he should have acted like it when he was alive.

Victor’s voice changes and I look up. I know my brothers and the face Victor is making is frightening.

“You good?” Wesley asks Mark.

“Later Alpha,” Mark says. Calling Wesley Alpha made me sit up and look to Wesley.

Wesley nods and pulls me closer. Ty has the second envelop in his hands. He opens it and reads it. He shakes his head.

I look up at the head table as Jefferson is speaking. Victor, who rarely drinks, is downing glass after glass of wine.

Annabelle- We need to read what he wrote. Both our brothers and their wolves are on edge.

Me- Will they tell you why?

Annabelle- Something about father being a total asshole, who got off easy dying the way he did.

Me- Okay, well, when this is over, I plan to confront them bot