"I can stop talking," Hayley said with a cruel little laugh, "but will that change the truth? Do you really think Elliot doesn't care that you gave birth to another man's child? Men like him—powerful Alphas with bloodline pride—would never willingly raise someone else's pup."
Every word sliced into me like claws.
I refused to let her see how deeply she was affecting me. "Are you done?" I hissed coldly. "If you are, then leave."
But Hayley clearly had no intention of stopping.
Instead, she tilted her head and continued venomously, "Honestly, I almost pity your son. He'll probably spend his entire life never knowing who his real father is. Worse, he'll never know how he was brought into this world."
My fists tightened instantly.
The urge to slap the smug expression off her fake face became almost unbearable. I forced my rage down with difficulty before growling, "Don't force me to ruin that artificial face of yours."
For the first time, Hayley looked slightly intimidated.
