Fate's Dark Side Chapter 459

I had considered visiting, but they did not want to be found.

"Anyway, how are you? You became head alpha of the east in a short period, and I heard of the great things you did in the north," she said, and her smile faded.

"I also heard what happened with Tamia. How are you holding up?" She asked me, and I smiled to tell her I was fine.

"They are fated, so I am fine," I told her, and she nodded with approval. Then looked at Amelia with curiosity and disgust.

"And who is this?" She asked me, and I smiled.

"My girlfriend," I lied, wiping away the scowl on her face.

"Those eyes," she said, and I cleared my throat because I was tired of people pointing out what was wrong with Amelia's eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with her eyes," I said, getting slightly offended, and she shook her head.

"Not that, Alpha Albert. Those.." she said, thinking about something, then spoke to Amelia.

"Where are your parents, dear?" She asked, and Amelia looked at me. I told her it was okay to answer.

"I grew up in an orphanage. I do not have parents," She confessed, and I was surprised at what I had just heard.

"Where?" Joyce asked.

"A small village in Gad called Vestir," she answered, and the woman nodded.

"Did the orphanage tell you anything about where you are from?" she asked her, and I felt the questions were getting too much, but I did not want to interfere because I wanted to know too. I should have asked the questions, but I did not want her to see it as if I were interested. So learning this way was okay too.

"My mother was an omega. She dumped me at the orphanage when I was four. They kicked me out when I turned eighteen. That is all," She said, and I wondered how long she had been on her own. How did she survive? Gad isn't a very good place for vulnerable people. It was dangerous for a young lady to roam the streets of Gad at night.

"Why are you asking all of these questions?" I asked Joyce nicely, and she looked at me.

"There is a Volkov lineage with eyes like yours, the Stepanovs, but they are no more. I am surprised to see this.

The bloodline was eradicated because the head of the family then, Adrik Stepanov, challenged Dimitri Volkov, Maurice's father, for the Lordship.

I heard it was a huge thing then.

Dimitri was to be inaugurated, and then his cousin, Adrik, challenged him.

They said his eyes were like the moon, and they were right.

I have seen his picture in history family tree books.

He was also immune to silver, too and very strong. He was formidable, but Dimitri had the upper hand.

After Adrik lost the challenge, that bloodline was wiped out for treason, and that was it.

Her eyes look like the moon. That was why I was curious, but maybe it is just a coincidence and knowing her mother was an Omega just throws me off completely," She said, but it didn't throw me off because I remembered Amelia had access to her wolf even after they bound her with silver. I kept that bit to myself and smiled at Joyce.

"Since he was killed for treason, then we can agree she is not his descendant," I said, and she agreed with a smile.

"They have pictures of him in the historic library and online. Check it out when you can. The eyes are identical," she said and smiled at Amelia.

"It is a pleasure meeting you. You have big shoes to fill. Tamia was a darling," she said, and there was some awkwardness in the air. I paid the tab, and we left.

The ride back home was silent. I knew Amelia was thinking of what Joyce had said, and so was I because silver did not affect her as it should.

She insisted on carrying the bags when we got home, but I refused. I was a gentleman, after all, so I carried the shopping bags, and we entered the house quietly.

"Do not let what Joyce said spoil our day," I said to her, and she smiled and nodded, but I doubted that was just it. Joyce had sent her down memory lane with those questions. I honestly did not know what to do to help.

"Those days are behind you, you know," I told her, and she looked at me. I could see the sadness in her eyes.

"They aren't really, Alpha. I am still a charity case," she said and looked at the bags at my feet.

"I am very grateful for today. I had fun," She said, picking up the bags at my feet.

While she headed to her room, I cursed at myself.

Maybe I was supposed to be her happily ever after, but I had no joy to give her. She came a bit too late.

I sat on my couch and pulled out my phone to browse the internet for what Joyce had told me.

I typed Adrik Stepanov in the search engine box, and a picture finally appeared. The eyes of the man looked like Amelia's. He was deceased, along with his entire bloodline.

I looked in the direction of Amelia's room, and I made a silent promise to myself. If I cannot be her family, I will try and find her real family. I decided I would take her to the north in two months.