LOGINEverett watched his uncle's reaction with a hollow feeling in his chest. "There's more, Uncle. My father has at least twenty children across multiple territories, all raised on different versions of the same lie. Some believe their mothers are his only mistress. Others, like me, were told his mate was dead, and his legitimate children rejected him."
The Head Warrior's face contorted with rage as the video shifted to show Eugene with his d
Everett watched his uncle's reaction with a hollow feeling in his chest. "There's more, Uncle. My father has at least twenty children across multiple territories, all raised on different versions of the same lie. Some believe their mothers are his only mistress. Others, like me, were told his mate was dead, and his legitimate children rejected him."The Head Warrior's face contorted with rage as the video shifted to show Eugene with his daughter, Serena. "I'll kill him myself," he growled, starting to rise.Tarun placed a restraining hand on his friend's arm. "Wait," he commanded, though his own voice trembled with barely controlled fury. "Let us see everything first."In the healing room, Annabella stirred restlessly, feeling the ripples of shock and anger through the familial bonds. Even in her exhausted state, she could sense the moment Tarun and the Head Warrior viewe
The truth had a way of carving scars even as it healed old wounds.Eugene sat alone in his cell long after Everett had departed, his carefully constructed world collapsing around him. For the first time in decades, genuine fear coursed through his veins. The familial bonds he had neglected for so long now betrayed him, connecting his children in ways he had never anticipated. He had always assumed Annabella to be too weak, too insignificant to pose any threat, yet she had become the nexus that unravelled everything.Outside in the corridor, Everett leaned against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the full weight of his father's deception crashed down upon him. Raymond stood nearby, giving the young wolf space while keeping him under watch. The eldest Alpha Heir found himself surprisingly moved by the boy's pain. Through the mate bond,
Eugene sighed, the picture of a patient father dealing with a misunderstood child. "Context, son. You're seeing moments without understanding what preceded them. Your sister has always been... delicate. Easily influenced. She's edited these recordings to paint me in the worst possible light."The familial bond between Everett and his father stretched thin as doubt crept in like a physical presence. For sixteen years, Everett had built his identity around being Eugene's true heir, the son who would help restore his father to his rightful place. Now that foundation was crumbling beneath his feet.In the healing room, Annabella suddenly gripped Lucious's hand with surprising strength. "He's lying to him," she whispered, her eyes unfocused as she followed the distant conversation through their familial connection. "Using the same voice he used when he would visit Northern Ridge."
Everett watched, transfixed by the subtle dynamics playing out on screen. The way Tate's shoulders tensed when Eugene's attention turned to him. The practiced neutrality of his response. These were the mannerisms of someone who had learned exactly how to navigate around anger."She just wanted to play her music," Lucian's small voice protested. "It wasn't hurting anyone."The slap came suddenly, Eugene's hand striking Tate across the face. "Your sister defies me, and you failed to control the situation. Both of you are disappointments."Tate didn't flinch, didn't touch his reddening cheek. Just like Annabella in the previous footage, he had learned to accept punishment without reaction."I understand, Father," Tate responded, his voice hollow.Drake paused the footage, the frozen image of Eugene's cold fury and Tat
The truth had a way of changing everything, yet leaving nothing resolved.Everett stared at Annabella, his mind struggling to process her last words. "What do you mean Lucious isn't your only mate?" The Alpha Heirs exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them that spoke volumes. In that moment, the familial bond connecting the three Sinclair siblings pulsed with confusion, hope, and dread in equal measure."What I mean," Annabella said gently, her amber eyes holding Everett's gaze, "is that I am bonded to all six Alpha Heirs. A sixfold mate bond."Tate, who had already learned this truth in his cell, watched his newly-discovered brother's face with a strange mixture of sympathy and bitterness. He remembered his ow
“Maybe to his hidden children, or should I say all 20 that I can feel through the family bonds, your mother is only one of many mistresses. I’m sorry Everett has even played your mother.”Everett staggered back as if physically struck, his carefully constructed reality crumbling around him. The familial bond between them pulsed with Annabella's sincerity; there was no deception there, only painful truth."Twenty children?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "That's not possible.""I felt them all through our family bonds," Annabella explained gently. "Some as young as days old, others approaching adulthood like you. All raised on different stories, positioned strategically in territories surrounding Silver Creek."







