“She’s been doing a good job,” Tony said. “Mom’s happy. Why not let her stay?”
“Because I am done with it,” I said. “Olivia tried to murder my wife. She orchestrated an attack on my child. Looking at her, even an impersonator, makes me sick to my stomach. Telling my dying that she is my wife is even worse.”
“But, Julian –” Uncle Peter tried to say more but I wouldn’t let him.
“I am the Alpha of this pack, and I have made my decision,” I said firmly. I didn’t like playing the Alpha card with my own family, but they seemed incapable of listening, of respecting me. So I was done with it.
It disgusted me to even be in the same room with this and people who agreed with it, so I turned, left the waiting room, and went back in to see my mom.
As I entered, she woke from her dozing and smiled
