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I shake my head, not wanting to hear him speak anymore. But my damn brain can’t make my fucking mouth work.

“She was pregnant, almost full term. She just got the devastating news that she lost the baby and was freaking out because she would have lost all the money they paid her, leaving her with nothing. Now, at the time, I didn’t know the pack she was working with would have ended up being yours; the offer I made her was just to hurt you more if I ever needed to use the information against you. So... I made her a deal. Would you like to know the terms of that deal?”

“No,” I rasp, everything inside me shutting down. Whatever he’s about to say... I just know I’m not going to be able to handle it. It's too much. It’s all too much.

“I helped her make it look like she gave birth while the guys were on a mini guys’ vacation. The doctors cut their dead child out of her, and I placed a new one in her arms.”

“No!” I gag as bile tries to make its way up my throat. I’m a mess, shaking, crying, and losing my fucking mind right now.His words are lies. Fucked up twisted lies. It’s how he works. It’s what he does. It’s not real. It’s not fucking real.

“Yes, Savannah.” He laughs manically. “The baby they’ve been raising, their daughter, isn’t theirs. No, she’s ours, Savannah. You didn’t give birth to a son, but a daughter. And you’ve been raising her all along. The baby you’ve spent the past four months treating like she’s yours...isyour biological daughter.”

Chapter 42

Savannah

“You're crazy.” I shakemy head. “No. Stop. None of that makes sense. Do you think I’m stupid?” I shout. “Athena is two months younger than my baby. Just stop with the lies.”

“Their child would have been two months younger, yes, but the child you had was small. So very small. At two months old, she looked just like a healthy, fully grown newborn baby. Everything worked out so perfectly, don’t you think?”

“Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking!” I roar as I feel everything inside me snap. I put the gun down and grab my switchblade. Flicking it open, I lunge for him. “Shut up!” I scream over and over as I ram the blade into his throat.

His eyes widen as his mouth parts. Blood seeps past his lips, and I watch the life drain from his eyes, but I don’t stop. I’m not in control of my body anymore.

I just need him to shut up. To stop talking.No more talking.

“Savvy!” a voice shouts. “Savvy. Stop. He’s dead.”

Shaking my head, I keep stabbing, making contact with wherever I can; the blade has already made contact with his chest, neck, and eye.

When my hand goes up again, someone grabs my wrist. My manic eyes snap to Duchess’ worried ones. “Savvy, he’s dead. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you or anyone else again.”

But he did. He hurt not only me but my pack, too.How do I tell my pack that Athena isn’t theirs?He hurt me just as bad, so much so that it feels like someone shoved their hands in my chest and wrapped them around my heart and lungs. I can’t breathe. The pressure in my chest is too much.

“Savvy, breathe. You're having a panic attack.”

Is that what this is?No. This is so much more. Hyperventilating, I scramble off Corbin, falling to the ground. I crawl backwards like a cornered animal, eyes swinging to everyone around the room staring at me.

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