The room was thick with silence after Roselyn’s words.
The weight of truth hung between them — sharp, undeniable, and merciless.
Michael’s jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck flexing as he struggled to hold himself together. His usually commanding voice cracked when he finally spoke.
“I was not given a chance to be his father, Roselyn.” His voice trembled with restrained anguish. “I was not told of him. I thought the pup had died when Elaine miscarried. I—” he took a step forward, his eyes hollow, desperate — “I didn’t get a chance to be his father.”
Roselyn’s expression hardened, but behind her defiance was a storm of empathy and fury battling for dominance.
“Alpha,” she began, her tone steady but laced with contempt, “do you think Elaine knew she was still pregnant when she left t
