Shyla’s P.O.V.

My body grew unnaturally still as my heart almost stopped beating. I parted my lips to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth as a feeling of dread welled up from my stomach, rendering me speechless.

I was terrified by the mere notion of Marcel being alone with Maddox. It wasn’t that I was slandering my mate, but this ambiguous pose had filled my head with wrong ideas.

Maddox had permitted my son to live here, but his intentions were still unclear to me. I was suspicious of seeing him holding Marcel when no one could stop him from pretty much anything.

Anything horrible!

After a moment,...