(Tyron's POV)
I refuse to believe this.
The words Sanya's brothers spoke echo in my mind like a curse I can't shake, their confession playing over and over until I want to rip my own ears off just to make it stop, but even then I know it would continue, because the truth has a way of burrowing deep into your bones and settling there like a disease, and right now, that truth is rotting me from the inside out.
Aaron is dead.
Has been dead for two months.
Burned alive by Sanya's brothers on the night he was supposed to meet her, on the night they were supposed to run away together, on the night that changed everything.
But if Aaron is dead, then who the hell has been living in my house?
Who saved my life that day when I was attacked?
Who became my Beta?
Who fought me in my own living
