Daciana’s Point of View
"He’s my son."
Those words Alexander said kept repeating in my head all through the night. I couldn’t sleep wink. I could only toss and turn.
Every part of me wanted to scream, to shout that Pete was mine, only mine. Alexander had no right to him, not after what he did, not after the years I spent piecing myself back together while he ruled his precious Waterside Pack without so much as a thought for me. But even as I clenched my fists and paced the room, a small voice in my head whispered doubts. What if Pete deserved to know his father? What if all this pretending would only hurt him in the end?
I hated that voice. I hated that Alexander’s presence made me question every decision I had made since running from him. I hated that he still had this power over me.
