MAXIMUS
Whatever truth she intended to reveal, I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear it. I dreaded the possibility that that pup might not be mine. After years of hoping, it had felt as if my wish had finally come true—only to risk being taken away from me again. The truth terrified me, but I couldn’t avoid it; I had to face it.
Folding my arms across my chest, I asked. “What do you have to say?”
“The warrior you killed—Jeremiah—was my mate.” She admitted. Before I could say anything, she continued. “But he is not the father of my baby. I only met him after I had conceived, but I couldn’t tell anyone. I tried to stay away from him.”
“That doesn’t seem like it!” I growled, rage building up within me. I hated her with everything in me.
“What would you have had me do when you neglected me?”
