Chapter 145 The Birthmark

Hunter’s POV

I felt like I had something big and sharp and unbearably painful lodged in my throat. Ares had shifted into his wolf form now and was proudly strutting about but the image of that birthmark was burned onto my retinas and it obliterated everything else I could really see.

Ares had the birthmark that every Burns boy had. Nobody had ever been able to explain it beyond a weird genetic quirk, but every single one of us, from our bloodline, had that birthmark on their butt.

So why did Ares have it?

It didn’t make any sense to me.

Unless…

But no.

The timings didn’t make sense. Jane and I… my memories were hazy. Truly hazy, not like when I’d been pretending to have lost my memory in the desert. Had Jane and I had sex back then? I didn’t remember ever having sex with her; I just remembered being drawn to her in a way I couldn’t explain, but nothing more. Reg, of course, loved her, had been mad for her, but that didn’t add up to a kid that could potentially be mine.

Or did it?

Reg