JACKSON
The room felt colder as Arabella spoke again, her voice low and steady, but each word hit me harder than the last.
“There’s more to Sarah having a son for you, Jackson.” Her words made my blood run cold, and my heart skipped a beat. I stared at her, unable to process what she was saying.
I couldn’t breathe. The air in the room suddenly felt too thick, like I was suffocating. The image of Sarah, my mate, in my mind shifted.
I had always seen her as the woman I couldn’t live without, the one who was supposed to be by my side, not the mother of a child I didn’t even know existed.
I thought I had lost her, but to think that she carried something of mine, the heir I never thought I would have. It was a shock that cut deep.
Arabella noticed the disbelief in my eyes, the confusion s
