Lucian
“No!!! My baby!!!” Tina screamed in anguish.
“Yes, Tina,” I said coldly, my voice shaking slightly with suppressed anger and pain. “Your baby was born with a severe diaphragmatic hernia because of those medications you took to fake symptoms. The child is mine, but even the doctors aren’t sure if he’ll survive this.”
Tina broke into agonizing sobs, shaking violently. Mara quietly stepped closer, slipping her arm around my waist, gently holding me. I took comfort in her presence, deeply grateful she was beside me.
Despite everything, this pain ran deep. I may not have loved Tina anymore, but that baby—my own flesh and blood—would have been cared for and cherished regardless of whether he had an Alpha Mark or not. Mara would have loved and nurtured him as if he were her own. We’d
