Chapter 25

Phoenix

Sitting in my office watching a security feed of the palace, I reflect on the feelings I have for my sister that evolved after last night after we had the most intense sex ever. I texted her "good morning", but she never texted me back and it's late in the afternoon. Fuck. Is she ignoring me now? Was last night some kind of closure, that she's now done with me for good?

No. She can't be. I haven't had nearly enough of her. Matter of fact, I don't think I ever will. Last night awakened an insatiable craving for her, and now that I've been inside her, I've claimed her as mine completely.

Uncle Luke barges into my office, his expression clouded with concern. With my legs crossed on top of the desk, I turn to him. "Hey Unc, what's going on?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He closes and locks the door, striding over to my desk. "Nix, we have a fucking problem," he grits out, throwing a stack of papers in front of me. "Philip has really fucked up now. He's been dealing with a dangerous organization known as the Devils."

"The Devils?" I repeat, still confused. "I've never heard of them before."

He grunts. "They're a pack of rogues. Ruthless motherfuckers that are willing to hurt or kill anyone to get what they want. He's been laundering money through LycCorp, and that not only puts him in danger, but all of his colleagues and investors."

Fuck. That isn't good.

"About Makayla...I think there's a possibility that she may be my daughter," he suddenly confesses, rubbing the back of his neck.

I chuckle inwardly. I think there's more than a possibility, but I don't tell him that. "What makes you think that?" I ask calmly.

Unc releases a heavy sigh. "There was this woman I was once with...her name was Diana. It was love at first sight, or at least what I assumed love was, and things quickly became serious between us. When she became pregnant, she was giddy about it. Me, not so much, but I was willing to step up and accept my responsibilities as a father. She was around five months pregnant when I went to work one morning and came home to my house empty. She was gone without a fucking trace. No one had seen her leave, or even heard of any plans of abandoning me like that," he explains, a mixture of frustration and hurt lacing his words. He hands me a few photos, one of him next to a pregnant woman who looks like an older version of Makayla.

The photo is dated 23 years ago, and Makayla is 22. Yeah, she is definitely his.

"Not gonna lie to you, Unc, all the dots are connecting," I mutter, still looking down at the photos. I wonder why he never mentioned Diana to me before. Perhaps he was embarrassed and ashamed that the woman he love just up and left him like that. Although, it wasn't his fault.

"I know," he grits out. "I'm just so fucking angry. I never gave up trying to track down Diana and my pup, but I was never able to find them. How is it possible that Makayla has been here in the Nightfang pack, and I never knew? It doesn't make any sense."

I can't even imagine what he's going through. He's missed out on 22 years with his daughter, and it's just by luck that he was able to reconnect with her last night. If he hadn't agreed to help me with Selene moving, it never would've happened and he'd still be searching for her.

Unc's face is red as a tomato, his eyes flashing gold with his wolf. I need to help him calm down before he destroys my office. "Unc, I can help you track down Diana. She has some explaining to do," I tell him.

He closes his eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. Finally, he opens them and his eyes have returned to blue. "Thank you, Nix. Yeah, she does have some fucking explaining to do. I've never been so angry in my entire life, and it's all thanks to her," he spits out.

I nod in understanding. "Okay, we will keep this to ourselves until we can confirm Makayla is yours."

All I would have to do is ask Makayla, but his wolf is entirely too pissed right now, so I'll keep it to myself for now that I know Diana died a few years ago. He would go ballistic if he knew.

"Keep me informed, Nix," Unc agrees. "Also, you need to keep a close eye on Selene. Everything seems calm right now, but at any moment, they could turn on your father. Not only will they come after all of us, but they target our families. If Makayla is truly my daughter, I'll need to protect her too. If they discover that the girls are connected to us, they will become targets."

My blood turns to ice in my veins. My little wolf could become a target, and she's not even talking to me right now.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My wolf slams against the confines of my skull, demanding to be let out, wanting us to find Selene and ensure that she's safe. The need is so potent, I can't concentrate on anything else.

I check my phone to see that she still hasn't responded to my message; she hasn't even opened it. What the fuck!

"You okay, Nix?" Unc asks worriedly.

"No," I growl, damn near pulling out my hair in frustration. "Selene isn't answering my messages. I need to leave and make sure she's okay, or I'm going to lose my shit."

He nods. "Looks like it. Go before you destroy your own office. I'll watch the feed until you return," he urges.

He doesn't have to say it twice. I shoot out of my chair and using my wolf speed, I go to my motorcycle in the parking lot. My bike roars to life and I skid out of the parking lot, heading towards my poor little wolf, who's in a shit load of trouble tonight.