My heads jumbled. Nothing makes sense. My mum is the Alpha of the rogues? When? How? Why? "What the fuck does she want?" I snarled, gripping hold of the bars. "She wants revenge." He answered. "She's our Alpha, we don't question her." He added. "She's not a fucking Alpha." I sneered. Dom placed his hand on my shoulder and I took a deep breath, "Beta Caleb, go." He ordered. Conan growled in my mind at the command.

"Caleb." The rogue pondered before his eyes widened. "Your Carson's brother. You're twins. Of course, that's why you look like him." He nodded to himself. I growled at him and shook my head....