“I know, Alpha Greyson and I are looking into it; we’ll figure it out; I wasn’t expecting you to see that. I thought I put it away. Clearly, I forgot,” he says, angry at himself.
“Why were you even looking into her?”
“I was trying to find a way out for you. I was hoping to find something to stop your father from marrying you off so it wouldn’t turn into this mess it has now,” he admits. “Come on, I will show you around this side of the city and we’ll get something to eat.” He grabs my hand and drags me along with him.
“But…”
“We need more information, we have no idea who signed that without the old footage or without the witness to confirm if your mother truly did go into the council to sign that. HoweverI know my father, I know he wouldn’t have witnessed it, if it wasn’t her,” Zayn tells me.
“So, what now?”
“We carry on until we can prove otherwise, and I know the other packs are up to something. Right now we just need to bide our time and figure out what is going on while we also try to figure out who signed it.” We make our way to the elevator and soon we are driving through the city center.
“Where are we going?” I ask him as he heads down a road leading to the club where I last saw Deacon.
“To get something to eat, then I am dropping you home.”
I huff annoyed but don’t add anything, knowing there is no point in arguing with him. I peer out the window as we pull up at the club. “Do you really think Deacon went rogue?” I ask him.
“Alpha Greyson believes so and he is his Alpha, so I think he would know,” I nod.
It makes me wonder if my father scared him off.
“You still hung up about that loser?” Zayn asks.
I purse my lips shaking my head. “No, I just think none of this would be happening right now if he were here; instead, he runs off, and I worry my father is behind it, but at the same time, I wonder how Lydia got those photos,” I admit, my mind working overtime.
“You didn’t recognize…” Zayn coughs, and my brows pinch.
“My lady parts on the big screen, yeah, I recognized those parts.”
“I have no memory of that night at all.”
Zayn leans over and squeezes my hand. “That is probably a good thing.”
“Is it though? Maybe if I remembered who it was, I might know where Deacon went.” I tell him.
He sighs heavily, and I glance at him.
“You found me, right?”
Zayn swallows, staring straight ahead. “Yes, you were out of it.”
“And you didn’t see who it was?” I ask skeptically.
“No, they took off, and I was too worried about you.”
“Then how do you know he didn’t…” I trail off. Surely I would have been sore, right?
“I got there in time; you had no scents on…” Zayn grits his teeth. “I would know if he had, he didn’t,” he tells me.
I chew my lip nervously. “Where?” I ask the questions I should have asked ages ago, the ones I didn’t really want answers to, finding myself now questioning everything about that night. About my life since then, and since the rogue attack that took my mother from me.
“In the parking lot. I think you were trying to drive home when he grabbed you.” Zayn tells me and I peer out at the parking lot when Zayn grips my chin turning my face toward him. He leans in, his lips brushing mine gently before pulling back slightly.
“Nothing happened, I got there in time, and I took you home, that is all you need to know,” he whispers, his thumb brushing along my jaw gently.
I nod, “But how did Lydia get those photos?” I ask him and he lets me go.
