Twenty-Three: Rejected.

KAYLA.

My father’s room was as silent as a graveyard.

He laid unconscious across the bed with his hands connected to the fluids that pumped through his body. I made my way into the room as quietly as I could, settling down on the chair beside him.

Archer seemed so peaceful while he was asleep, but he also looked just as miserable.

I wouldn’t wish being striped off one’s Alpha title to become next to nothing upon my enemy but this man wasn’t my enemy.

He was my father.

And that was the only reason I still felt connected to him, our bloodline was the only reason I felt sympathy for Archer. He once treated me like trash and a slave, and I could just as easily do the same but I could not bring myself to.

He was still my dad and he was all I had left.

He was the only link that I had to my mother so when I feared he’d died, my heart sank so low into my chest. I watched him asleep for the next few hours and reminisced on what could’ve been.

I didn’t think Archer had an idea that we’d reloc