Nyx
Champ was in custody. We had a way to bring down my father. My baby was safe. There was no better outcome for what had been a truly spectacularly failed mission, but seeing the way Rhyson was looking at me broke my heart.
I worried he wouldn’t be able to get the words out.
“You don’t have to say it,” I told him quietly. “Truly, you don’t. I know that Gemma is your mate, and I accept that. I don’t want you to feel guilty. We would not be the first set of wolves to have a child but not be mated. We can work this out. And if you can’t look at me without seeing my father, I understand. Sometimes I can’t look in the mirror without thinking about who sired me.”
“Stop talking,” Rhyson growled. He hadn’t moved from the door. “You were such an optimist when you first came to me at the foot
