“Get that crazy cripple away from me,” Mav snarled.
Fury seized my blood, but I knew I had to remain calm. He was just toying with us, wasting our time. None of this mattered. We needed to find Angel.
“Where is our daughter?” I hissed.
“Like I already toldhim, she’s not your kid. You two are just freaks who think you can raise someone else’s child,” Mav growled.
Every hair on Scar’s pelt stiffened, making him look nearly twice his size. He was afraid and furious and every emotion in-between. I knew he was in no state to think or speak rationally.
“Sheisour child,” I declared to Mav. “We’ve adopted her because she has no other parents no care about her. She was abandoned.”
Suddenly Mav’s expression changed. His snarl turned into a smug grin as he sat back on his haunches. “Oh, except that’s not true.”
“What?” Scar exclaimed.
“Yeah, about that. Angel ismykid.”
“Stop fucking around!” Scar snapped. “We don’t have time to waste with your bullshit! Tell us where she is, now!”
Mav shot him a stare. “You think I’m joking? I’m not. I’m her alpha-father.”
“You’re lying,” I growled. “This is just a trick to throw us off.” I paused, realizing that solely antagonizing him wasn’t going to help us. “Please, just tell us where she is.”
“It’s not a trick,” Mav said simply.
“Bullshit, you don’t even look like her!” Scar snapped.
Scar was right—with his light brown hair and dark eyes, Mav didn’t resemble Angel. But I knew that it took two to tango. She still could have received her light hair and eyes from her other parent. My throat tight, someone’s face flashed in my mind.
A fox omega with blond hair and light eyes.
Henry.
Cold dread clawed at me. The situation was spiralling too fast, and it was all my fault. If we lost Angel to these two horrible people, Scar would never forgive me.
I’d lose my daughter, and my mate,I thought desperately.
With another agonizing pang, I remembered another thing.
Not just my daughter and my mate, but whatever child Scar might be carrying right now.
I had to make this right—fast.
“Why did you two abandon her?” I begged Mav. “If you’re not ready to raise a child, that’s fine. I can even forgive you for leaving her there that night. But wecanraise her. We have all the supplies, we’ve already bonded with her… Please, Mav.”
For a moment, Mav seemed to consider my words. Then he shrugged and said, “Nah.”
Scar lunged at him. This time, Mav was caught off-guard. Scar tore a chunk of grey fur out of his shoulder as he pinned him and pummeled his belly with his leg. Mav snarled and kicked Scar off. I held Scar back before he could attack again—even though he was strong and feisty, a disabled omega was no match for an alpha with all four limbs.
“Let go of me,” Scar growled.
“Attacking him isn’t going to change his mind,” I said.
“I don’t care!”
Mav shifted back to human form with a scowl. He examined his shoulder and touched the spot where Scar bit him. A three-inch long wound formed in his skin, just deep enough to bleed.
“Did you see that? He made me bleed!” Mav cried, appealing to the crowd. “Is this omega really suitable to raise a child like he says he is?”
