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Chapter 3

Zenith’s POV

I stared at the piece of drawing in my hand, a thousand thoughts running through my mind all at once.

‘Mama and Eli’ I said the words in a whisper, my mind refusing to accept the reality staring back at me. But one look at Sabrina told me all I needed to know.

The kid was hers.

“It could be ours,” Alder said excitedly.

“Don’t!” I warned. “Have you forgotten what she did to us–?”

“She could have her reasons, lets just hear her out,” Alder cut in in her in defence, and I almost laughed out loud. Not just because of the fact that he was saying something so stupid, but because I was trying to reason with a wolf who just found his assumed to be dead mate. Of course all forms of reasoning would be out the window.

But not today. I’ll be doing all the reasoning, since I’m the only rational one here.

I turned my attention back to Sabrina, but it only lasted for half a second, because my lovestricken wolf wouldn’t stop filling my head with the thoughts of how it felt to have our hands on our mate–even though it was in a completely different scenario. But the bond didn’t care though, it shamelessly snapped into place like it never left–the sparks more intense than I remembered, but none of it could be compared to the pain of her betrayal.

I pushed all thoughts of the sparks and Alder to the back of my mind, and that was when I noticed my pheromones had filled the room, so much that Sabrina had to hold a nearby table for support.

I exhaled slowly, dialing down my pheromones because I needed her to be functional and talking when I start demanding answers.

“You have a child,” I repeated again, not as a question, but as confirmation.

“That’s not mine,” She said steadily, glancing at the drawing in my hand once before looking at me.

She’s brave. Stupidly brave at this point, but still brave.

I smiled at her. “Really?” I arched a brow.

“The apron’s a colleague's, her kid must have left it in there for her,” she explained further.

I couldn’t help but chuckle–not because she said anything funny, but because she actually thinks for a moment that she can look me in the eye and lie, and I won’t figure it out.

Sure it's been seven years, but even a hundred years apart won’t make me unable to see through Sabrina’s bullshit, and right now she’s not just lying, she’s scared–a different kind of scared unlike the first time she heard my voice and froze, this scared wasn’t for herself, but for someoneelse–Eli, her child.

This was getting really interesting.

I looked at my wristwatch, and realized I had less than an hour till my flight back home, sure I could reschedule, but I’ll be damned If I leave this place without Sabrina.

I pulled a chair and sat on it. “School still in section, you can either tell me the truth, or stick to your lies and your kid goes home to an empty apartment. Your choice.”

Panic flashed through her eyes as the weight of my words sank in, but Sabrina has always been good at masking how she truly feels, so the panic was gone as soon as it appeared, and in its place was a look of indifference.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied through her teeth.

“Very well then,” I got back on my feet, and made my way to the door. “We’ve wasted enough time. Time to take you home Sabrina, since you have nothing of importance here.”

“Wait,” she called softly, making me stop in my tracks, my hand frozen on the doorknob, and for a few embarrassing seconds, I felt like the boy she had wrapped around her little fingers all those years ago, the boy who was willing to conquer the entire world and lay it at her feet.

I felt weak. Helpless, and completely at her mercy.

“The kid is mine,” her voice pulled me out of whatever trance I was in seconds ago.

“Meet me at the parking lot,” I said, without sparing her a glance not out of spite, but out of the fact that with that voice she used in calling out to me, I'm sure looking into her eyes was going to leave me more vulnerable, and I don't need that right now. Or ever.

I walked out, and headed straight for the Parking lot.

“Alpha Zenith,” my driver, Cross, straightened up the moment he saw me walk into the Parking lot. One look at my face and he knew I wasn't in the mood to answer whatever questions he had.

He opened the door for me and I got in, while he got into the driver's side, and started the car.

“We’ll be having company,” I said, and he nodded once.

About three or five minutes later, I couldn't tell how long Sabrina showed up. I didn't bother looking up at her, but her scent announced itself, and somehow it was sharper than I remembered.

Sabrina got in the back. “St. Peters Elementary School,” she said in a clipped tone.

Cross input it in the GPS and we drove away in silence, each person lost in their own thoughts.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the school, and just as Sabrina opened the door,I spoke a question I've been trying my best to avoid since finding out she has a child.

“How old is he?”

“Five,” Sabrina said, and that's all I needed to know the kid wasn't mine.