(Santiago’s POV)
Layla tells me she’s pregnant with my child. All I can do is shake my head. I don’t believe her at all.
“Bullshit,” my wolf says in my mind.
“I’ll remind you, Layla that even lies should be realistic. It’s been a long time since we had s*x. So, if you are actually pregnant, if I were you, I’d be looking to your current husband.”
But she points out that one night I went feral and lost control.
“That’s the night we conceived,” she says.
I can hear her smug smile through the phone.
I did meet with her that night, to sign the divorce papers.
“The feral state comes from longing and desire for a mate. I don’t want Layla,” my wolf growls.
I know better than going out that late. I drank before I went, which only means there are holes in the timeline that I ca
