“Don’t give me that crap!” he snarled, his voice turning primal. “You’re a filthy liar! I had three tests done, Selene—three separate labs. And they all said the same damn thing.” He was breathing heavily now, his nostrils flaring. “Stop treating me like I’m stupid. I’ll never forgive you for this betrayal.”
I looked at him, stunned.
Ten years, Ronan. A whole decade.
Did he never notice? Elior had his eyes. His smile. Even that infuriating smirk.
I laughed. Dry and hollow, without a trace of humor.
His face twisted in anger. “What the hell is funny to you right now? Do you think this is some kind of joke? Was I your little game all along? Did you enjoy making a fool out of me?”
He was hurting—I could see it in the tremble behind his fury.
But he wasn’t the only one.
He had shattered me.
He had abandoned our child.
“You said you loved me,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Loved. Past tense.”
His jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.
“I still care about you,” he said eventually, cold and rigid. “But if you had just told the truth, maybe Elior wouldn’t have—” He didn’t finish. Just shook his head and looked away. “Regardless, you’re going to face consequences. You lied to me. And to the pack.”