Chapter 93

Trevor

I was nine years old when it all began.

I remember sitting on that old, worn-out sofa, crying hard. Tears streamed down my face as I clutched my mother's picture tightly, the only thing I had left of her. I held it close, hoping it could somehow protect me from the loud, angry voices coming from the next room.

The noise from the other room was intense. Alpha Roman was shouting angrily. "That child is a mistake, Dad! I can't take him with us to raise beside my son. Don't you understand that?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I squeezed the picture even tighter, hoping it could somehow block out the harsh reality and make everything okay. But the pain and rejection were impossible to escape. I knew they were talking about me. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt.

If only Mom were here with me.

When Alpha Lucian's voice roared with fury, it felt like an explosion. "Mistake? But it's your mistake! You slept with his mother and fathered this child, and now you're deny