Asher’s POV “Are you kidding me?” I mutter in disbelief, my voice edged with shock. “I can’t be the father of that thing,” I add, anger dripping from every syllable as she scoffs. “The thing you speak of is your own flesh and blood, Asher,” she replies, stepping close. “Oh, sorry, Alpha Asher,” she continues with a playful smirk tugging at her lips. I stand there, confusion mounting—what the fuck is happening? How could I possibly be the father of her child? “I know you’re lying, Betty. Just tell me what you want, okay? I don’t have time for this nonsense,” I say, my tone unnervingly composed. “I want nothing more than for you to acknowledge your own child, Alpha,” she declares, her voice turning grave. “Do you need me to remind you about that night? You and I—what you did? Have you forgotten that we had sex? You fucked me, and this is the result,” she taunts, her smile mocking. “You should be happy about this, Asher. You get an heir to your—” “That’s enough! That bastard
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