The Wrong Baby Chapter 02

My mate came upstairs and wrapped his arms around me. 

“Selene, I swear I’ll get justice for Nico,” he said. “But Raven is still young. She doesn’t know any better…”

Before he could finish, I shoved him away. My claws extended halfway before I forced them back.

“What do you mean she doesn’t know any better? If she’s that clueless, why doesn’t she jump out herself?”

Then I grabbed a chair and smashed it hard against the door.

The wooden door rattled violently, shaking so hard it felt as if the whole longhouse was trembling with it.

“Raven Blackwood, get out here! If you don’t, I’ll break this door down!”

Why should she get to kill someone and act like nothing happened?

Even if the baby who died today wasn’t mine, I was still going to get justice for him.

When she saw how hard I was smashing the door, my niece shouted from inside, “Stop! If you keep hitting it, I’ll jump out the window!”

I was panting from the effort. I turned, rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a butcher knife, and hacked it into the door.

The blade sank deep into the wood and wouldn’t come loose.

“Then jump. If you don’t, I’ll get in there and tear you apart myself!”

My niece finally couldn’t take the pressure anymore and opened the door.

She looked irritated and bored, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

“Who did you throw out that window?”

She lifted her chin and rocked lazily on her feet, looking completely unconcerned.

“Your son. Who else?”

I forced my claws back. A human slap. She didn’t deserve my wolf.

I slapped her across the face.

The sharp crack snapped her head to the side.

Tears instantly filled my niece’s eyes. She clutched her face and stared at me in disbelief.

“What right do you have to hit me? Even my mom doesn’t dare hit me, you bitch!”

I slapped her again.

“That’s exactly why you turned into such a spoiled little monster. Your mother never taught you right from wrong!”

Then I grabbed her by the collar and shouted through gritted teeth, my wolf rising in my voice, “I’ll ask you one more time. Who did you throw downstairs?”

This time, my niece finally quieted down.

Covering her face, she said, “It was Nico. But I didn’t mean to do it. I just wanted to see what would happen if he fell.

“I didn’t think he would die.”