GINA’S POV
I sat there for a long time after Klaus stormed out of that café. More customers had since walked in and out, but I didn’t even notice. All I could feel was the weight crushing my chest. The tears I’d been holding back finally slipped free, hot and helpless against my cheeks.
Julius’s words still rang in my ears like the aftershock of a bomb. So, how’s the plan going? Trying to make Alpha Klaus believe your little bastard son is his?
He said it so casually. Like it was some sick joke. Like he hadn’t been the same man who left me screaming in that cold concrete cell, bleeding and begging while Bernard clawed his way into the cruel world.
Julius was never just a prison guard. He enjoyed watching me suffer. Every late meal, every cruel jab—it was all calculated. And now… now he
