Harley’s P.O.V.
Mr. Jackson’s stern voice cracked like a whip.
“You have committed a crime, Alpha Carlos. This is against our werewolf traditions.”
Murmurs rippled through the silver seats. Every gaze was sharp, judgmental, and heavy with disapproval. My brows frowned as I stood stiff in the corner, my nails biting in my palms. I wondered,
“What could possibly be in that report to make them react like this?”
My gaze fell on Carlos, who didn’t do as much as blink. His posture was perfect-shoulders squared, eyes level.
“It’s my right to know the truth.”
He said evenly. “And this was the only method to protect my interests and future.
“But a paternity test?”
Mr. Thompson raised his concern.
“This is a bit too much. We don’t allow these kinds of tests before the birth of a child, Al
