Emily's pov
I looked at Paul. Then at Mitch. Then at Xavier, who smiled and nodded. As if to say that no, it wasn't a joke - that those two were our son's maternal grandparents. My adoptive father, Paul, and ...
Oh, my Goddess.
Erik's eyes… of course, I knew that blue.
They were Mitch's eyes… my father's eyes.
It can't be, I thought, shocked. I'd known Mitch since I was born - he was my godfather, like an uncle to me. He couldn't be my biological father.
Yet ... the similarities were there. Erik's eyes, and the shape of my brows, my being a goddamn Alpha ...
Mitch was my father, and Paul had survived a stab in the heart.
He'd survived, and he was there in front of me… the father I'd always had, my mentor, the man who'd hurt, rejected, and saved me, was standing next to my biologica
