A Calculated Revelation

ROMAN

I hurled my phone across the kitchen, watching with grim satisfaction as it smashed against the wall and fell to the floor in pieces. The silence that followed was almost peaceful—a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.

Six years. She'd kept my son from me for six years. And now that I finally knew the truth, they had taken him away again.

My hands gripped the edge of the granite countertop, knuckles white with pressure. If I hadn't been afraid of bringing the entire building down, I might have ripped the damn thing from its moorings and thrown it too.

"Alpha?"

I didn't turn at the sound of Marcus's voice from the doorway.

"Leave," I growled, the word barely human.

To his credit, my Beta knew better than to argue. His footsteps retreated quickly, and I was alone again with my rage.

My wolf prowled beneath my skin, desperate to break free—to run, to hunt, to destroy something. Anything to escape this feeling of utter helplessness.