The Alpha's Pigeon Pair

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In her sophomore year of college, Lena met the future Alpha of the Blue River Pack and accidentally got pregnant. After she gave birth to her child, her evil sister, Talia, stole it from her and became the pack's Luna in the Alpha's absence. Five years later, the Alpha returned but lost his memories about his fated mate. Will Lena be able to get everything that belongs to her back? ** >After a few moments, she opened her mouth and asked, "Are you my Dad?" Vincent laughed. He didn't know why, but it felt funny to hear a cute little girl call him Dad. Charlie never called him Dad. Charlie never called him anything. "No," he denied ruthlessly, "I am not your dad. You've got the wrong person." The girl tilted her head, but she didn't give up. "But you look like him," she said, blinking her beautiful green eyes, "And you smell like him too." Vincent fell into silence. Only wolves' pups identify their parents by smell. The kid was a werewolf. Hadn't he lost his wolf, he would have known it the moment he saw her. "I am sorry," he apologized. His heart went soft because they were the same kind, "I am not your father. But I may help you find him. Do you know what your father's name is? Or which pack he belongs to?" The little girl didn't say anything. She was staring at the wounds on his head. After a while, she asked, "Does it hurt, Daddy?" Vincent laughed again. He didn't know why it felt so funny to hear this little girl call him Dad, but he didn't hate the feeling. "Yeah, a little," he said. He didn't try to correct the girl this time. He was too tired to do so. The girl thought for a moment, and then said, "Wait for me, Daddy! I will go get you an Ouchie patch!" She turned and ran off before Vincent could stop her. After about 5 minutes, she indeed returned with a band-aid in her little hand. When she passed it to Vincent, Vincent felt his heart melt. It was a pink one with lovely little cartoon flowers on it just like the little girl herself. He would never use it but save it in his heart like the most precious treasure in the world. "Thank you, sweetheart," he took the band-aid, and softened his voice and asked, "What's your name?" The girl answered, "Angela." Vincent smiled. It was such a good name, very suitable for her. "My name is Vincent," he introduced himself and reached his hand to Angela, "It's very nice to meet you, Angela." Angela didn't take his hand. She was still a little girl, but had a very sharp perception. She knew her father was about to leave. "When can I see you again, Daddy?" she asked, hooking her little hands behind her back and staring at Vincent. Vincent smiled. He didn't know why this girl was so obsessed with calling him Dad, but it felt nice to have such a cute daughter. He thought for a while, and then fumbled out a business card from his pocket. "You can call me when you want to see me again," he passed it to her and stressed, "But it must be under the supervision of your mom, or else, I won't answer your call. Do you understand?" Angela nodded her head and pressed the card in front of her chest like it was some kind of treasure. Vincent smiled again, and persuaded her softly, "Now go back to your mommy. You have been out for too long. She will be worried." Angela didn't move, just kept staring at him. After a few moments, she suddenly walked up to him and opened her arms to give him a very, very big hug. "I love you, Daddy," she said, pressing her soft little cheek on his chest, and asked, "Please take care."

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