Chapter 137: The Talk

“That's the thing, you can’t,” she whispers, her voice broken. “You can’t give me back the years I died every morning without her. You can’t give me back the sound of her laugh or the weight of her in my arms. You were there you saw how much I wanted her, how much I needed my baby and you still hid her from me out of spite.”

“I—”

“No,” she shakes her head. “You decided that I didn’t deserve to be around my own child. You had no right to do that!”

“I thought I was protecting her—”

“Regardless of what you thought,” she swallows, blinking back tears. “You should have told me, Knox. If I were in your position I know I would at least try, I wouldn't let you carry on thinking that you had failed as a father. You should have told me right then and there on the plane.”

“I wanted to,” I tell her. “When Alpha Ezra came in that's what I was trying to tell you. It was the reason I was distressed over the last couple of days and even before then, I tried so many times but I was afraid.”