“Kiril, I understand that you don’t believe me,” Miroslav Yuryevich began, settling into the armchair across from his son. “But this is not my doing, no matter what you say. I see how you treat that girl… and it hurts to watch you repeat my fate so precisely.”
Kirill came out of his thoughts and looked at his father questioningly.
“What are you talking about? I have nothing to do with your fate. My mother is a wolf, and she wasn’t your mate.”
“That’s true,” the man scratched the back of his head. “But before your mother, I had a mate.”
Tension filled the room. Kirill stared at his father, trying to catch even the slightest hint of a lie—but the man was more serious than ever.
“Only the old wolves knew about it. Naturally, it was kept a strict secret.”
“Why did you hide it?”
“I didn’
