Emily’s pov
They can’t be your parents.
They can’t be your parents.
They can’t be your parents.
George’s words were repeating like a broken record in my mind, and each time they felt more senseless and absurd.
I didn’t know how long I'd been staring at my half-eaten burger without really seeing it: I felt my body stiff and cold as ice. My mind was taking every ounce of energy I had to understand and rationalize what Xavier and George claimed: that my mother and father were not my parents and that I was... an Alpha.
It can't be, I decided. I grew up with those people, with Paul and Mary Carnahan. There were pictures of me with them at all ages... even pictures of me as a newborn.
They may have disowned me, but it was they who gave me life, who brought me into this world. It was thei
