I shook my head violently. “No… That’s not true. It’s a lie! Elior is your son!”
“This has been forged! How could you believe this garbage?” I gasped, my wolf thrashing inside me, clawing its way toward Ronan’s wolf—only to be slammed against an impenetrable wall.
He had locked me out.
Shut the bond down completely.
I burned with rage. My grip on the paper tightened, and in a flash, I tore it into jagged pieces, shredding it with every ounce of fury.
Ronan scoffed, disgust written all over his face. “That’s your answer? Seriously?” His voice rose, sharp and furious. “Selene, are you kidding me right now? You lied to me. Who’s the real father? Huh? You had me raising someone else’s kid!”
His fists were clenched so tightly they shook. And then, unexpectedly, he laughed. A bitter, broken sound.
“This isn’t real,” I murmured, my throat closing. “He’s your son! That test—it was tampered with! Someone manipulated it to hurt us!”