Chase felt the searing pain in his heart as he watched his mate and his brother with the little boy; it hurt to know that he could have been part of that family if he hadn’t ruined it all. They might have had two children by now; one fathered by each of them and not just one by his brother, even if they hadn’t marked each other yet. But then he really looked at the boy and he saw the much younger version of himself; could it be?
“Is he..?” He couldn’t finish the question. He wanted to know, but he was fighting the pain that he had caused himself.
Lula glanced up and her beautiful steel-grey eyes followed his gaze at the boy. “Yes, you’re the donor.” She answered without looking at him again and the words she used cut through him with a vengeance more painful than any silver could e
