132 — DNA Test

"Why do you want to know about my mother?" he asks, his eyes dropping to me with a gleam. "She died, as you know, and—"

"No, dear. Your real mother. Didn't your father tell you about her?" I ask.

"Oh, that..." He clears his throat and looks at the ceiling. "Dad didn’t give me any photos or descriptions. But he said her name was Sophie, that she lived in our pack, but they were forbidden to live their love after they turned eighteen, when they hadn’t discovered they were mates." He pauses slightly, my eyes widening with each new piece of information. "So, my grandfather took my mother away. They reunited sometime later and spent one night together, making love. The next day, my father found his true mate, and my mother completely disappeared again. Dad tried to move on with his bond, but a year later, when I was only three months old, my mother showed up at his door, begging him to raise me."

"What do you mean?" I frown. "Why?"

"My mother had a cruel mate, love." His fingers twi