Chapter 22 My Boys May Get the Packs From Hunter

Jane’s POV

I didn’t even have the courage to ask Hunter why he’d say that. I knew as well as he did that it was the truth. My worst fear had come to life.

He was really going to take my boys away from me. My face paled.

I stared at him, a muscle ticking in my temple, like he was my worst enemy. If I’d still had my wolf, I would’ve told Nina to tear into his neck.

How could this happen? No – how could I have let this happen?

We’d gone from making love – could I even call it that if we’d been fucking in the middle of a rockslide? – to him planning to rob me of my babies.

My snow angels, my beautiful baby boys that I’d run away with and raised alone. They were my world, and for a second I’d forgotten them. That second had ruined everything I’d built and everything I had.

His eyes narrowed slightly. He was good at masking his emotions, but he’d probably never seen my face marred by such hatred. “Damn it!” His fists clenched. “What are you thinking? I’m not a kidnapper.” He slapped his pal