Chapter 10
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ch of it, but now now Roman was twisting it into something ugly!
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He sneered, stepping closer until I could feel the beat of his body against mine. His hand gripped my wrist tightly, and he pinned me against the door, his eyes wild with anger. “The day after our wedding, you went out of the pack and went to a nearby town, night?“; My mind raced back to that moming, the pain of las rejer,linn still fresh in my memory thad sough thind was made up “Adeline saw you and him enter a private room in that inn and love together.“) Adeline. Of course, it had been her. The realization made my stomach chum. She had always been in the background “Anastasia, it was right after our mateship ceremony, and you weren’t even discreed? Grendy, warding it all. And to think I believed… Whatever he believed, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to hear it. The man before me was no longer the one I had loved so fiercely. He was a stranger, twisted by his own insecurities and the manipulations of those around hirm B
I shoved him away with all the strength I could muster “So you think Kieran isn’t your biological child?%
He looked at me, his eyes hard and unyielding “sn’t be? Which part of him looks like me?““);
The absurdity of his question made my blood boil Babies all looked somewhat alike when they were young. How could he see any difference? But arguing with him was pointless.
And damn, if only he came to see Kieran once in a while, he would have never thought of those things. But he didn’t even bother to look for him in two years!
I turned away from him, walking to the bedroom where I kept the last remnants of Kieran From the drawer, I retrieved his used toothbrush and a small plastic bag containing strands of his homer that had fallen out during his medications
I held them out to Ronan, my voice flat and notionless. “Take these and find out for yourself.)
