Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 51

**When Broken Stars Drift Across Empty Midnight Skies**
**by Troy Mason Venn**
**Chapter 51: Disconnect**

**Unknown’s POV**

The entire weekend had slipped through my fingers like sand, each hour marked by my futile attempts to reach my family. The absence of their voices echoed in my mind, leaving me with no option but to head home. I needed to confront my Father directly, face to face. If he chose to unleash his fury upon me, I would remind him that he had brought this upon himself. How hard can it be to pick up a phone or return a missed call from one of your own Pups? The thought made my blood boil.

I had tried reaching out to my Mother and siblings, but their phones remained silent, as if they were deliberately avoiding me. With every unanswered call, my frustration grew. At least I had gathered some information about the female, and I hoped it would be enough to temper my Father’s temper. Patience was not a virtue he was known for. The tales of my Great-uncle lingered in my mind, stories that had been passed down through generations, shrouded in mystery. No one knew what had become of him—or rather, no one spoke of it anymore.

As I drove, the sun climbed to its zenith, and I decided to take a break for lunch, even though I was still far from home. It struck me then why no one had discovered our secret before; the distance between our Packs was vast. It wasn’t as simple as running into one another. Only with an invitation could one traverse another Pack’s territory. I recalled our past visits to the Crimson Moon Pack, but my memories were hazy, reduced to images of their Pack-house.

An hour into the second leg of my journey, my phone buzzed insistently, the screen flashing my Father’s name. As I answered, his voice erupted through the speaker, filled with rage. “Why the hell did you call so many times? You knew we had visitors this weekend!” I could almost picture him pacing, his frustration palpable. I rolled my eyes, irritation flaring within me. Those visitors were from a neighboring Pack, pushing my Father to consider their daughters as potential mates for me and my brothers—a prospect that would never come to fruition.

“Dad, just stop for a second. I need to find a place to pull over; I can’t drive and talk about this at the same time,” I snapped, spotting a perfect spot just ahead. I could hear my Father growl in response, his annoyance palpable, but I also detected the murmurs of others joining in on the call. I parked in a secluded area, a small clearing with a forest behind it—an ideal sanctuary for travelers seeking respite for their Wolves or Lycans. I mentally asked my Lycan if he wanted to stretch his legs after the call.

“I found our Alpha,” I declared as soon as I came to a halt.

“What do you mean? Did Alpha Gordon go missing?” Dad’s voice was filled with confusion, and I wished he would just listen for once.

“No, Dad. I said I found OUR Alpha,” I growled into the phone, and for a moment, silence enveloped the line. Then, chaos erupted as everyone began talking over each other. I pulled the phone away from my ear, wincing at the cacophony of voices.

It took a few moments for Dad to regain control, but finally, he asked, “What do you mean? How can you be sure he is our Alpha?” I couldn’t blame him for his skepticism; over the years, many Lycans had tried to deceive us, claiming to be descendants of our rightful Alpha.

“I’m certain, Dad. It’s not a he; it’s a she, and she resembles every other female in our bloodline,” I explained, and once again, silence fell.

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