LAYLA’S POV
Edward didn’t escape the curse. His mother only bought him time and somehow, without a bond, without Zyrax knowing, without either of us having the slightest idea what the Goddess had decided years before we ever met, Edward still found me.
It only makes me cry harder.
I don’t know how long I sit there trying and failing to get myself together, but apparently Alpha Strout decides I’ve had enough time because his voice eventually cuts through.
“I won’t sugarcoat this for you, Miss Foster. I have been the cruel father for most of Edward’s life, and if cruelty is what keeps him alive, then I will continue to be one.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“He isn’t simply living as my son.” His voice lowers. “Every breath Edward takes is a breath his mother paid for. Every year he has liv
