Chapter 67 The Past

  Freya's POV

  I pushed Kingsley aside and hastily got out of the car, stumbling as I went.

  Unexpectedly, I met Finley there.

  What was he doing here so late at night?

  "Freya," Finley whispered my name, his eyes carrying a hint of bitterness. "Did Alpha Kingsley give you a ride home?"

  I hung my head in shame, contemplating what had just occurred. "Finley, I..."

  "Freya, I know all about it. Can we talk about it?"

  I nodded and opened the door to my room, inviting Finley inside. He approached and settled on the couch as I poured him a cup of coffee.

  Finley took a cautious sip of his coffee and then seemed to come to a decision before speaking, "Kingsley isn't actually Grace's biological son."

  I froze in place.

  What?

  I had expected Finley to ask about what was happening between Kingsley and me, not to reveal such a significant secret.