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I nod slowly. “That’s not going to get you out of telling me the truth, either, Max.”
“Mate smart.” He narrows his eyes, giving me a flirty grin. “Too smart.”
“I’m terrified. I’ve spent all day anxious, and it’s become clear why.” I purse my lips and sigh when he doesn’t speak. “I want answers. Now, Max.”
Max nods, resting back on his legs. “The day you gave us Ryan’s information, we found out who he was.”
“You told me you didn’t know him personally.”
“We lied.” Max’s face betrays no guilt, and it’s like I’ve been stabbed in the chest once more. “We needed to. Ryan... he’s not a good guy.”
“He’s my fiancé and the father of my daughter,” I say, glancing down at said little girl. She’s asleep, and my heart breaks. “Who is he?”
“Our cousin.”
Our cousin.
“Ryan Tartan is actually Ryan Grey—Ryan Wolfe. His father left the harem with my dads for a wolf-born female before they all met my mum, and eventually, my aunt and uncle had Ryan. Like Topher, he was groomed to be the alpha of their pack before he ran away,” Max tells me. “He’s a weak wolf. A bad wolf. A bad Wolfe. We do not claim him, and we will not let him claim Phoebe.”
“And yet their doctor is somehow here and aware of her existence,” I say, rising to my feet with a delicate hold on my daughter. “So what the fuck do we do now?”
Max purses his lips and stands. He’s so much taller than me, and as he approaches me, I don’t cower away from him. He’s going to try to grovel, I can see it in the puppy dog look on his face.
But I’m not feeling very forgiving. Not over a lie as huge as this.
“I love you, my beautiful mate,” Max says, reaching for me, but I flinch away. “We kept this from you to protect you.”
“Just like when Topher stole my choices and made me move in with you all before I was ready?” I ask, cocking my brow. “It’s not fair to wield your love at me like that, and you know it.”
“Max loves his mate!” Max growls, glaring at me. “Max will protect his mate. He will love her and keep her safe.” He looks at Phoebe, and I tilt her away from him. “Max loves Phoebe and will kill anyone who tries to take her.”
I purse my lips and shake my head as I look up at the light to try and gather some patience. “You said we needed to go, so let’s go.”
“Mate is sad,” Max whispers, reaching for me one more time.
I step away from him. “No, Max. I’m fucking furious. So stop trying to touch me, and let’s leave.”
I kick Phoebe’s bag on the floor towards him, grateful when he takes the hint and picks it up, and then I adjust my little girl so that I don’t disturb her too much. I’m furious as I tuck my boob away, and I ignore the look of longing on Max’s face.
Whether he wants me, the baby, or my milk, he can go fuck himself. He gets nothing.
I storm out of the room and give the receptionist a quick thank you before leaving. I stride towards the car and get Phoebe settled into her car seat before sitting in the back with her.
Fuck Alex.
Fuck Max.
Fuck the entire werewolf race.
Phoebe is mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to fucking raise. Werewolf or not.
17
BENJAMIN
“Give me two minutes,” I say, picking my phone up despite the annoyance on David’s face.
David’s worked for me as my assistant for the last two and a half years, and winding him up is one of my favourite things to do, even if he doesn’t find it as fun as I do.
