Valerie felt a lump in her throat. "What are you talking about, and why are you speaking like Alpha Denzel?"
Ryker's lips thinned, and he pulled the wig off his head, his gaze not leaving Valerie's as he dropped it on the floor. "That's because Ryker does not exist. It's been me all along." His voice was calm as he revealed the truth to her.
Though seeing, it was still unbelievable. "No. Alpha Denzel doesn't have a tattoo," she said with certainty.
Ryker reached for a bottle on the nightstand with a cotton. Emptying a little bit of the content on the cotton, he began to wipe the tattoo from his shoulders. Valerie's breath hitched, and she sat on the bed, as her knees could not carry her due to the weight of the shock.
It began to make sense the way Alpha Denzel rushed out of the bathroom to take the phone from her.
