Rhyder's POV.
"I have a son, mother! A son that she kept from me for seven years - seven years! Do you have any idea how long that is? How much I've missed out on?"
I paced up and down endlessly dragging my hands through my hair over and over again out of pure, unrestrained frustration.
The room felt too small, like the walls were closing in on me. I felt like a caged animal.
I could feel my wolf clawing, relentlessly, at my insides - itching to be set free so that he could claim the pup who had his blood coarsing through his veins.
The pup that he had been denied for so long - the child that I have been denied for so long.
It took every ounce of strength I posessed to keep the Alpha inside contained.
My wolf had caught Tate's scent and he would stop at nothing to take what belonged
