Lucas 

My mind spun as I processed Heather's words. A child? She had a whelp while away from me all these years? Rage simmered, but I forced it down. There were more pressing matters. 

"What is this talk of a child?" I demanded. "Explain yourself."

Heather's expression turned guarded. "I have a son, Alex. Please Lucas, let me go back to him. He needs me."

I absorbed this revelation, uncertainty warring with anger. "And who sired this whelp upon you?" My voice was dangerously soft.

"That's not important. Alex is just an innocent boy, he never hurt you," Heather pleaded.

My hand tightened on her arm. "Tell me who, or...