The Alpha's Secret Human Sugar Baby - Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Ivy’s POV
Angeline paces back and forth across my living room, fuming. She’s been here for less than ten minutes, and she has already consumed nearly a full bottle of wine. I don’t blame her though, because what my brother did is terrible.
“It didn’t work!” Angeline screeches, throwing a wine glass across the room. It shatters against the wall and scatters across the floor. Immediately, one of the maids rushes forward and begins to sweep up the mess.
Angeline ignores the maid, stomps back to the table, and takes another glass.
“How could he just toss me aside like that?” She hisses, her anger matching my own. Our plan to have her seduce and renew her relationship with Thorne failed miserably. He started spending more time with Angeline, all the while not touching her or really putting effort into their time together.
I realized something was off, but Angeline thought otherwise. She thought Thorne was warming up to her again.
“He rejected me like our time together meant nothing to him!”
I nod, letting her know I’m listening as she continues to rant, “How could he do that? I’m beautiful, rich, and the daughter of a Delta. I have everything he needs a good Luna to have, yet he cast me aside like I was yesterday’s trash.”
“Do you think he’s with that human?” Angeline hisses, spinning and facing me. Her eyes blaze with fury, turning bright gold.
“Jackson is checking on Aurora to see if they’re together, so we will know soon,” I tell her, taking a sip of my wine. “In the meantime, I think you should come sit down.”
“I’ll—”
The front door opens and a moment later, Jackson appears in the living room doorway. His face tells me everything I need to know before his words do.
“I followed Thorne,” he states. He takes a seat next to me and sighs, “He went back to Aurora. They spent all night in the vacation house and then left together a while ago. I followed them to a carnival two hours away before coming back.”
“A carnival?” Angeline asks incredulously. “That human is worthless, so why is Thorne bothering with her? Who does she think she is to steal him away from me?”
Jackson glances at me before he speaks again, “I think we should find a way to get rid of Aurora.”
“Yes!” Angeline shouts. “We should kill her and once she’s gone, Thorne will come back to me.”
“Killing her isn’t the option,” I say, making both of them look at me. “If we’re going to get rid of her, it needs to be subtle. My brother can’t know we’re meddling, or it could be trouble for us.”
They both nod, but the look on Angeline’s face tells me she doesn’t love the idea. No matter how much I agree that Aurora should be gone, I can’t risk losing my place in this pack, and that’s exactly what will happen if Thorne is as obsessed with Aurora as I think he is.
She could be the end of us instead of the other way around.
Aurora’s POV
“I’m nervous,” my mother whispers while wringing her hands in her lap. I reach over, laying my hand over hers.
“Don’t be. Mrs. Ashford was kind when I met her the first time,” I tell her, smiling to ease her worry. “She just wants to ask questions. Do your best to answer them truthfully, and everything will be fine.”
Glancing at my phone, I wish I’d told Thorne about Mrs. Ashford and our meeting. It would’ve been nice to have his support, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. Honestly, I still don’t know what’s going on, so explaining it to him would be difficult.
However, as soon as I know what’s going on, I should probably tell him. I don’t know what the outcome of this meeting will be, or if it even concerns him, but it would be nice to talk to him about it.
Things are less stressful now that we’re back on good terms… great terms, really. Our day at the carnival was a turning point for us.
“Aurora, it’s good to see you again,” Mrs. Ashford says, pulling my attention back to the present. Like last time, she’s dressed in a suit, looking like a powerful woman. My mother squeezes my hand as Mrs. Ashford sits in front of us.
“You must be Aurora’s mother.”
“Judy Roberts. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Ashford.” They shake hands, and I can tell that a bit of my mother’s worry eases at the simple exchange. “Aurora told me you have a few questions for me?”
“Yes, could you tell me about the time you found her on your stoop? Where did you live? What year was it and what time of the month?” Mrs. Ashford asks. My mom looks at me before nodding and pulling a few pictures out of her purse.
She lays the three pictures on the table between the three of us and points to the first one, “I was living in a Human Quarter up North. This was my house at the time and the porch where I found Aurora.”
Mrs. Ashford picks up the image, “Which Human Quarter?”
“It was between the Rainwood Pack and the Whiteclaw Pack,” she answers, which makes Mrs. Ashford look up.
“Just outside the Lycan border,” Mrs. Ashford says. “That Human Quarter was so small that it no longer exits.”
My mother nods, and I listen as she replies, “Yes, that’s the reason I left. They split us up and relocated us to other quarters. Before I relocated, I found Aurora. It was October, a little over twenty years ago, when I came home from work one day to find a bundle on my front porch. She was wrapped up in a blanket and crying. The only things she possessed were the clothes she was wearing, the blanket, and the ring I found tied to her wrist with a string.”
Mrs. Ashford hums then reaches up and pulls her necklace off. She holds the chain up, letting the ring hang between the three of us as she asks, “Was this the ring you found?”
“Yes. I remember because it was so beautiful,” my mother says, “I had to sell it years ago when I was struggling for money.”
“I see.” Mrs. Ashford turns to me and studies me for a moment. Her gaze is curious like it was the first time we met, but it doesn’t bother me. We’re all trying to figure out what’s going on.
After a few minutes, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a slip of paper. She slides it across the table to me, “I would like to take a sample of your blood, if that’s alright.”
“Do you think…”
I don’t know what to think of her request, and I don’t know how to finish my question. I want to ask if she thinks I’m from the Ashford family, but that seems too ridiculous.
“We’re not sure what to think, but my brother expressed his wishes to have your blood tested,” Mrs. Ashford explains. “His mate and daughter went missing years ago, and he’s been looking for them all this time. I’m hesitant to think you’re my niece, and if the blood test comes back as negative for a match, we’ll know that you can move on and keep searching elsewhere.”
Suddenly, my nerves return, but I don’t let them take over. I need to know if I’m part of her family.
“I’ll do the blood test.”