Noah
The morning sun was bright and the birds were chirping cheerfully, but a dark cloud loomed over Noah’s head as he stormed out of the house. The front door banged shut behind him, echoing in the peaceful air.
“You shouldn’t have locked her up like that,” his wolf growled. “It’s not right. Especially not when she’s carrying our pup.”
“Shut up,” Noah snapped back out loud. He knew it wasn’t right, but his fury had overwhelmed any sense of reason. How could Hannah try to steal his heir? Keep it from him, after years of trying?
As Noah climbed into his car and sped down the driveway, his fingers were white around the steering wheel.
“If she had only talked to me from the beginning, I might have been willing to work out a custody agreement,” he growled. “But she kept it
