Liam
She had a child.
As I sat in the back of my car, the Varynthorn estate disappearing behind us as we sped back to Blue Ridge, I could not stop thinking about that.
Lyra had a child with Caine—a beautiful baby girl.
I didn’t know what hurt the most. Knowing this, or standing there and watching Caine lean over her, being the perfect father figure I longed to be. The family I had dreamed of, the one I had spent every night for a year praying to the Moon Goddess for, was gone. It should have been me, not him.
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME.
“How dare that bastard have a pup with our mate?” Aries growled weakly. Like me, he was filled with sadness. And anger.
I closed my eyes, and the scene from moments ago played in my head.
"Is that your child, Lyra?" I had asked. My voice had sounded
