Chapter 89. Rich Alphas Play Dirty

Silvia POV

“Silvia! Why are you doing this?” Alpha Enzo’s voice cracked, the pain stripping away any pretense of authority. “All these years, I thought my mate abandoned me and never dreamed she’d left behind a daughter, a piece of both of us in this world.”

My pulse skipped a beat, but I masked the tremor with a practiced poker face.

No way would I hand him the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.

My eyes darted to the bodyguard hovering a few paces away, his palm coiled around the grip of the holstered weapon like a venomous snake ready to strike.

Then I turned to face the man beside methe one person whose presence could still make my heart stutter, even in the midst of this chaos.

Noah. My brother.

I swallowed down the lump clawing up my throat and looked Alpha Enzo dead in the eye. “Well... then you can live the rest of your life thinking that as well.”

His stoic facade cracked.

Alpha Enzo Lawson’s granite features softe