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156 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 20, 2017


There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the child was his. Jolie had given him a son. And he’d abandoned them both.
“What made you change your mind?” He asked curiously as he stood. “Clarice claimed she was pregnant,” he admitted grimly and shocked the hell out of Dane.
"You fucked her?" He asked in disbelief.
She had looked good on his arm and helped foster the pretense that losing his mate hadn't affected him at all. Heartless and emotionless, they had been a match made in hell.
Yet his mate and son were living in something out of his worst nightmares. His self-disgust and remorse grew by the second, as did his determination to get them the hell out of there.
A wave of anguish washed over Reece as he recalled ordering her massive designer wardrobe be removed from his home and burned.
Reece had thrown her out of their home with nothing but the clothes on her back. He'd had George cut off her access to their joint checking account, canceled all of her credit cards, charge accounts, and club memberships. Determined to make her suffer for betraying him, he'd left her with absolutely nothing.
Because the cold hard truth was that Reece had never loved her. If he had, he wouldn't have walked away and left her completely shattered. He couldn't have turned his back on her and their baby. But he had, and he'd done it in the cruelest way possible. He had broken her heart, destroyed her dreams and crushed her spirit.
"Now you want to talk?" She demanded and laughed bitterly. "You're four years too late."
Jolie had learned the hard way that Reece Lassiter was completely ruthless.
The next step was to exploit that weakness. That meant using the boy to get to his mother.
His mate worked in a goddamn strip club!
"Like I have a choice," she snapped bitterly. "Thanks to you, I'm unemployable. Everyone is too afraid of pissing off the big bad alpha to hire your ex-mate."
The look she gave him was scathing, to say the least. "I'd almost forgotten how the filthy rich like their toys."
"Oh. I see," Jolie said as realization dawned and she was madder than hell now. "You thought I was lying because another woman said she was having your child."
"Clarice… Duvall… is pregnant?" She asked as she stood and stared at him with pain etched all over her beautiful face. "That's why you believe me now," she accused and he could tell that the shock was wearing off fast and anger was taking its place. "Because she's having your child!"
If she really had been his mate, Reece could never have cut her out of his life. Never abandoned her and their child. Never destroyed the perfect love that they had shared. But he had, and she'd never forget...
"A man without mommy issues would have assumed something had gone wrong with the procedure and had a test done to confirm it instead of accusing his mate of being unfaithful."
He had thrown Jolie out with nothing but the clothes she'd been wearing. She'd been a distraught, sobbing mess when the police had hauled her away.
she strode into the master suite and froze mid-step. Sprawled across the bed in a provocative pose wearing a seductive smile and little else, was Clarice Duvall.
"You mated with the maid?" His former lover shrieked in outrage. "Hardly," Jolie replied scathingly. "I'm a stripper."
The first time he had ever taken Jolie home with him, he had admitted that he'd had the entire bedroom completely redone for her. Because he hadn't wanted the scent of any other woman ever occupying the bed they shared.
