The Truth She Brought
Roman's pov
The moment the door slammed shut behind us, the air shifted.
I released her arm and turned sharply, my patience already gone.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
Scarlett straightened, smoothing her hair like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just dragged her across the entire hall and infront of half the pack.
“I came back,” she said calmly. “For good this time.”
My jaw tightened.
“I want another chance, Roman,” she added, stepping closer too close. Her fingers reached for me, brushing against my chest.
I knocked her hand away instantly.
“Don’t,” I snapped.
Her expression flickered but she didn’t step back.
“What we had was over,” I said coldly.
“I’ve found my mate and I intend to spend the rest of eternity with her.”
She exhaled slowly, like she was holding back something sharper.
"You mean the human?" she said, her tone shifting. "Honestly Roman I don't know what you see in her?"
Something in me went still.
“She’s human,” Scarlett continued, her voice colder now. "She's weak, fragile and she's a liability to your pack.”
That was it.
Before she could say another word
My hand was around her throat.
I slammed her against the wall hard.
Her breath hitched as my grip tightened just enough to make a point.
“Watch your words,” I growled.
Her hands came up to my wrist, trying to pry me off but I didn’t move.
“Why are you really here?” I demanded, my voice low, lethal.
Her eyes widened slightly, panic finally breaking through.
“Roman—let go—”
“Not until you tell me why you've returned after all these years.”
My grip tightened just a fraction more.
“Now.”
She gasped, her voice strained. “I… I came because…”
“Say it.”
Her eyes locked onto mine—fear, desperation, and something else flickering beneath.
“You have a son.”
Everything stopped.
My grip loosened instantly.
“What?”
She dropped to the floor slightly as I released her, coughing, clutching her throat.
I stared at her.
No. That wasn’t possible. The baby died that's what she said.
“You’re lying,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet.
She shook her head quickly. “I’m not.”
My heart pounded, each beat louder than the last.
“The baby…” I said slowly. “You said it died.”
“I lied,” she admitted, her voice hoarse.
Rage flickered but confusion hit harder.
“Why?” I demanded.
“Because of your father,” she said.
My entire body went rigid.
“He threatened me,” she continued, her voice shaking now. “He said if I didn’t get rid of the baby… he would kill it himself.”
“So I lied,” she whispered. “I told you the baby died… and I left.”
My mind struggled to process it.
“You expect me to believe this?” I asked, my voice barely controlled.
“I had no other choice but to lie to you. I did it because I had to protect him," she said, looking up at me. “I did it to keep him hidden away from your father.”
My chest tightened.
I have a son that I had no idea existed until now.
“Why now?” I asked.
“Because I can’t do it anymore,” she said. “And because he deserves to know his father.”
Her eyes searched mine.
“And you deserve to know your son.”
Silence filled the room again.
But this time It wasn’t just anger.
It was something far more dangerous.
Because if what she was saying was true everything had just changed.
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Aurora's pov
“Ha! I told you I’m winning this one!” I laughed, leaning over the pool table, trying to focus on the game instead at Roman and his ex.
Wandering what they were talking about. What if he changes his mind? And decides I'm not good enough for him?
“You’re cheating,” Darius accused,
pointing at me with a grin.
“I am not!” I shot back, smiling faintly at him.
“Come on, Aurora!” Kiera called. “Show him who’s boss!”
“I am showing him!” I laughed, taking another shot and missed.
I blinked at the table. “…That didn’t count.”
Darius burst out laughing. “Oh, it counted.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, grabbing the edge of the table to steady myself. Okay… maybe I had a few too many drinks.
Suddenly the room went quiet and I felt his presence. I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway.
“Roman,” I said, smiling.
He didn't smile, he just stared at me with his jaw clenched.
My smile faded completely and I turned around. I couldn't bear to see that look on his face. He seemed angry and disappointed with me.
I guess it's because he realized he wants Scarlett back and not me.
My heart clenched painfully, my eyes burned with tears but I quickly blinked them away. I wasn't going to brake down infront of everyone.
"You're still playing?" Darius asked.
"No, she's not," Roman spoke, standing beside me.
“I need to talk to you.”
“That can wait—I’m trying to beat Darius.”
Roman’s tone sharpened. “Aurora…”
I stepped closer to the table, trying to line up another shot and missed again.
I could feel Roman's gaze on me.
"Kiera did you give Aurora alcohol?" he asked.
Kiera grinned. "I did and I hope that's not going to be a problem."
Roman closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head like he was trying to gather patience.
Before I could react he lifted me effortlessly into his arms.
“Hey!” I squealed, grabbing onto him instinctively. “Put me down!”
“No,” he said simply.
I squirmed slightly, laughing despite myself. “I was winning!”
“You were losing,” Darius called from behind us.
“Shut up!” I shot back.
Roman didn’t even acknowledge them as he turned and walked out of the room, holding me securely against him.
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A dull ache pulsed through my head.
I groaned softly, shifting against the soft sheets, burying my face slightly into the pillow before forcing my eyes open.
The light filtering through the curtains felt too bright.
“Ugh…” I muttered.
“Good morning.”
My eyes blinked open fully at the sound of his voice.
Roman.
He was already awake, lying beside me, propped slightly on his arm watching me.
“How long have you been staring at me?” I mumbled, my voice hoarse.
His lips twitched. “Long enough.”
I squinted at him. “What time is it?”
“almost ten.”
I groaned again, dragging a hand over my face. “My head is pounding…”
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
“You shouldn’t have been drinking if you can't handle it.”
I shot him a look. “That was Kiera’s fault. She insisted I drink.”
“Mhm,” he said, clearly not convinced.
I shifted slightly, wincing as the movement sent another wave of discomfort through my head.
My eyes snapped back to him.
“Where is she?” I asked.
His expression changed instantly, the amusement faded and
Replaced with something more serious.
He exhaled slowly, his gaze holding mine.
“We need to talk.”
The way he said it low and heavy.
Made something in my chest tighten.
“About what?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t answer right away.
And that silence?
It made everything feel worse.
Just as he opened his mouth a knock sounded at the door.
Roman’s jaw tightened slightly, irritation flashing across his face.