Chapter 30. Alphas Meeting

Randall's POV

La Crosse Pack House

I looked at the broken girl standing at the doorway and my heart just fell. Every dream, every good experience had been taken from her and she had suffered for years, three of them not knowing what happened to her own son.

"Please, sit and eat," I said softly. I was glad I'd spent so much time in my division, I'd learned from the best how to work with people who had come out of the harshest situations. "None of us will hurt you."

She nervously came into the room, taking a place across the table from me. I let her take some food and eat, while I focused on my own plate and what we needed to do. "How is she doing," I linked with my brother.

"Better, she slept for a few hours and she's talking a little."

"Does she know who you are or that you are mates?"

"No, and I'm the one who should break it to her."

I grabbed an empty plate next to me, and filled it with biscuits, gravy and sausage. I held i