Fate's Dark Side Chapter 464

"I do, and I had tried to talk some sense into him, but he refuses to listen. I honestly do not know what to do," I said.

It wasn't really our problem, but it was our business. I knew I would have to talk to Kyle again.

"Anyway, back to why I called," I said.

"I met a girl.." I said, and Tamia began to tease me on the phone.

"It isn't what you think. I am just helping her out," I said quickly, and she was silent.

"Anyway, she stays with me now. She has unique eyes that someone said are from one of Volkov's bloodlines. The issue is that she grew up as an orphan and did not know who her parents were. I also checked the Volkov family tree, and that bloodline was wiped out by Sylvester's grandfather for treason. I do not know if it is possible that someone survived, and maybe someone along the line fathered the girl," I said.

"What is the name of this ancestor?" She asked.

"Adrik Stepanov" I said.

"Very well, I will speak to Sylvester about it, but you might have to bring her, so maybe we can run some tests if needed," She said, and I was glad that Tamia was going to help.

"Very well, I will see you at the end of the month," I told her, and she giggled.

"I am sure there is more to it with this girl, Leo, because this is a lot of help you are rendering," She teased me.

"See you soon," she said and hung up.

The call put me at ease, and I relaxed in the chair and sipped my beer gradually.

I heard a car pull up outside, and I knew Casper had returned.

I was curious to see why Amelia didn't buy anything.

A hand tried the handle of my door lock.

"It's open," I said, and the person opened the door. It was Casper.

He walked in, and Amelia followed behind him. I was shocked by what I saw.

She smiled at me, seeming very happy, and I looked at Casper for an explanation.

"It was an Eye clinic. She went to get contacts," he said and immediately excused himself. The contacts did not sit well with me at all.

Amelia walked up to me and handed me my card. I collected it from her, still trying to compose my words.

"Do you have issues with your sight?" I asked her, so I did not jump to conclusions, but she shook her head.

"No, Alpha, my sight is perfectly okay. At least this way, I won't look blind, creepy or scary anymore," she said, sounding very happy.

I realised the remarks, constant stares, and name-calling finally got to her.

No one was calling her names anymore, but people stared too hard.

"Don't you like it?" she asked me, and I composed myself, so I didn't scare her.

"I want you to remove them," I told her, and her smile dropped.

"But Alpha," She tried to protest, and I shook my head.

"Take them off, Amelia. There is nothing wrong with your eyes or the colour. Take them off," I said, and she shook her head.

"I won't," she said defiantly; I was shocked.

"You don't know what I go through daily," she complained, and I heard her voice crack.

"It was hell for me as a child. I was labelled many names for it. No one would adopt me. They always asked if I were blind or if something was wrong with me. Being a delta did not help either. Growing up, it became more difficult. You have been kind to me, alpha, but even here, people stare too hard for comfort," She said, and I knew she was fighting her tears.

"Today, I walked out of the clinic, and no one stared at me. For the first time, I got approval looks and not disgust. No one stared hard," she said and wiped away her tears.

"You will base your self-esteem on people's opinions? Did it ever occur that they might be staring because they find you attractive? They might be mesmerised by the colour of your eyes. It might intrigue them. Did it ever occur to you that those that call you names might be jealous? Your eyes are the best part of your face. They are unique, and you want to be common?" I asked her, and she shook her head and looked at me.