Thorne’s P.O.V

Staring at the message that Freya had sent a few hours ago, it all made sense now. Why he hated her so much. Why he would never hesitate to harm her and the quadruplets. Why would he pick his stepdaughter over her all the time.

It was because she wasn't his daughter.

I could see the dark cloud that rolled through Enzo’s eyes as he tossed the picture of the Lycan King into the fire. His eyes lingered on the picture that burned slowly and he muttered. “It is about time…” His eyes met mine and a smile that faltered spread through his face.

I inched closer to...