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The words hit me. "You're lying."

"Am I?" Seraphina's eyes are hard. "Ask him. Ask him about the pup he refused to claim. The child he forced me to raise alone because he was too selfish to accept responsibility."

"If that's true, where's the child now?" I demand.

Something flickers in Seraphina's expression. "Stillborn. Six months into the pregnancy. The stress of him leaving, of being abandoned by my mate—it killed my pup."

"Ryder's not your mate." I'm say my voice wavering ...