Page 78 of My Unhinged Alphas
“No.”
“Did you tell her anything?”
“No.”
“Did she tell you anything?”
Vale’s jaw tightens. “What she already told all of us.”
Knox looks back at me.
And I hate this. I hate the file. I hate the way they’re all suddenly looking at me like I’m not just some girl who got drugged on a bad date.
“I don’t know why my name would be in your files,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “I don’t know what you think this means, but I don’t have some secret double life. I go to work. I pay rent. I was in foster care. That’s it.”
Knox’s grip tightens on the folder. “That’s not it.”
Something cold slips into my stomach.
Because he sounds too sure. Because for the first time since waking up here, I get the horrible feeling that whatever happened to me didn’t start with Ethan.
It started before him. Way before him.
Havoc looks between us, thinking now instead of provoking, which somehow feels more dangerous. “Well,” he says finally, “that’s inconvenient.”
I stare at all three of them.
My mouth is dry. My body is still sensitive, still shaky, still humming with everything they did to me, and somehow none of that matters anymore because now there’s this file, this name, this look on Knox’s face like I’m a problem that just got a whole lot bigger.
“What,” I ask slowly, “is in that file?”
Knox doesn’t answer. He just keeps looking at me like the answer is already somewhere on my face and I’m refusing to hand it over.
“Family,” he says. “Tell me about your family.”
I let out a short, disbelieving breath. “That’ll be a quick conversation.”
His expression doesn’t change. “Do it anyway.”
I cross my arms tighter over Vale’s shirt, suddenly too aware of how little I’m actually wearing under it, of the way all three of them are in the room while I stand here with my thighs still sticky and my body still carrying the proof of what happened against that wall.
Humiliation starts to win out over shock.
“I don’t know my family,” I say. “Never did.”
Knox’s eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what it sounds like.” My voice comes out flatter now. “Like I said, I was in foster care and no, I’m not a bad kid who got kicked out of their house because they decided to rebel or whatever. I don’t know who my parents are. I don’t have a secret family tree hidden in a drawer somewhere. No dramatic reunions. No rich grandfather. No dead aunt leaving me a cursed estate.” I say the last part sarcastically but my heart is pounding. I don’t like sharing this info with anyone, let alone three masked murderers.
Havoc’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t interrupt.
Knox does. “No names? No records?”
“No useful ones,” I snap. “A few files. A few placements. A lot of people who weren’t mine and didn’t want me to be theirs for very long.”
The room goes quieter after that.
Vale still says nothing. I look at him once, just once, but he’s gone still in that particular way of his, face unreadable, eyes lowered like he’s thinking too hard or refusing to think at all.
