Ronan had his hand on the door handle, but he was unable to turn it.
Lillian's words kept echoing in his mind.
"I know who killed your mother."
His mother.
Killed.
"My mother died of natural cause," Ronan announced with a hollow voice. It seemed as if he was trying to convince himself and not Lillian.
She did, didn't she?
Ronan clawed into the door handle.
The sound of languid footsteps hitting the floor was heard coming behind the Alpha.
"Are you sure?" Lillian's question was like a blade that cracked Ronan's conviction. "Not even the slightest doubt?"
Ronan did not know. After he received the call from St. Clarence, he rushed to the hospital right away. Dane Silverback went ahead of him. By the time Ronan arrived, his mother had been taken to the mortuary.
By the time the frantic Alpha reached the mortuary, his mother had already...