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Chapter 20

Author: Sophie Barton
last update publish date: 2026-10-27 05:02:54

Camille hadn't meant to follow Jasmine.

She'd meant to go to the grove—to kneel one more time, to beg one more time, to try one more time to make the goddess give her what she'd paid for. But she'd seen Jasmine slip out the back door, quiet as always, and something in her had followed.

And now she was standing at the end of the street, watching her daughter sit on a kerb with a boy she didn't recognize.

A boy with dark hair and gray eyes.

A boy who looked like Ethan.

"Jasmine," Camille said.

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  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 20

    Camille hadn't meant to follow Jasmine.She'd meant to go to the grove—to kneel one more time, to beg one more time, to try one more time to make the goddess give her what she'd paid for. But she'd seen Jasmine slip out the back door, quiet as always, and something in her had followed.And now she was standing at the end of the street, watching her daughter sit on a kerb with a boy she didn't recognize.A boy with dark hair and gray eyes.A boy who looked like Ethan."Jasmine," Camille said.Jasmine looked up. Her face went pale."Mom—""Come here."Jasmine stood. The boy stood too, protective, his small body angled between them."It's okay," Jasmine said to him. "I'll see you tomorrow.""Are you sure?""I'm sure."The boy looked at Camille. Camille looked at the boy. And something in her chest went cold."Who are you?" she asked."Remah.""Remah who?"He didn't answer. And that silence told her everything.Camille walked Jasmine home without a word. Jasmine kept her eyes on the pavem

  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 19

    I didn't sleep that night.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every word of the alley, every word of the lie. I've already buried one. I'd said it to hurt him. To wound him. To make him feel a fraction of what I'd felt when he handed me those papers.And it had worked.But now I couldn't take it back.Remah was safe. He was asleep in the next room, dreaming about whatever six-year-olds dream about, and he had no idea what his mother had just done. He had no idea his father had been in the shop. He had no idea that the lie I'd told was the only thing standing between him and a pack that would tear him apart to claim him.I got up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the city.Somewhere out there, Ethan was doing the same thing I was—staring at a ceiling, trying to make sense of a story that didn't add up.I'd told him I'd buried a son.But the son I'd buried was a lie.And the son who was alive was sleeping in the next room.The next morning, Dorothy was waiting for me at t

  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 18

    Ethan didn't go home.He walked. For hours. Through the city, past shops and houses and people who didn't know his name, and he thought about the woman in the alley and the boy with her eyes and the son he'd never known he had.I've already buried one.The words wouldn't leave him.He found himself at the edge of the city, where the buildings thinned and the trees started, and he sat down on a low stone wall and put his head in his hands.Six years. Six years of telling himself he'd done the right thing, that Elena had never loved him, that the bond had been an arrangement and nothing more. Six years of Camille in his bed and Jasmine in the nursery and the pack whispering behind his back.And all that time, Elena had been here. Alone. Carrying his child.Carrying two of his children.He stood up. Started walking again. Didn't know where he was going until he was standing outside the pack house, and then he was inside, and then he was in the corridor outside Camille's chambers.She was

  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 17

    The bell over the door rang on a Wednesday afternoon, and I didn't look up.I was behind the counter with Dorothy, Felix was shelving returns, and Remah was at the children's table with his crayons, drawing something with great concentration. It was loud and warm and ordinary, and I was laughing at something Dorothy had said.Then Dorothy stopped laughing.I looked up.Ethan Cross stood just inside the doorway, in a plain dark coat, no pack mark visible, and he was staring at Remah.Everything in me went cold."Elena," he said.The shop went silent."Cairo," I said, steady. "You're in the wrong shop again.""I'm not."Dorothy stepped out from behind the counter. "Excuse me. Who are you?"Ethan didn't look at her. He was still looking at Remah."Is that your son?" he asked."Remah," I said, without looking away from Ethan, "go next door. Go find your friend. Play for a bit. I'll come get you.""But Mom—""Now, Remah. Please."He looked at me, then at Ethan, then back at me. Something i

  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 16

    It happened on a Sunday.Dorothy had closed the shop early, and Felix had gone to the market for her, and it was just the two of us at the kitchen table with plates of toast and the morning light coming through the window."Mom," Remah said, "who's my father?"I stopped chewing.I'd known the question was coming. I'd known it for six years, the way you know a storm is coming when the air changes. But knowing didn't make it easier when it finally landed."Why do you ask?" I said, stalling."Because everyone has one." He said it like it was obvious. "Dorothy has one. Felix had one. The kids at school talk about theirs. So where's mine?"I set my toast down. "Remah—""I'm not a baby." He sat up straighter. "I'm six. I can know things."Six going on forty, this child. I took a breath."You don't have a father," I said. "Not one who's here. I had you alone, Remah. Just me. That's the truth."He looked at me for a long moment, and his eyes were far too sharp."That's not possible," he said.

  • ERASED FROM HIS PACK, CARRYING HIS HEIR    Chapter 15

    Ethan didn't go to bed that night.He sat in his study with the door closed and the lamp burning low, and he thought about alternatives until the word stopped meaning anything at all.Elder Voss had said it plainly. The pack needs a son. The bloodline runs through the male line. Without one, the elders will consider alternatives. Which meant a challenge. Which meant Ethan had maybe a year, maybe less, before someone stood up in that hall and called for a vote of confidence in a leader who couldn't even produce an heir.He heard the door open behind him. Didn't turn."You're still awake," Camille said."So are you."She came around the desk and stood in front of him, arms crossed, shadows under her eyes that hadn't been there six years ago. "Voss will move against you by winter. You know that.""I know.""And what are you going to do about it?"Ethan looked up at her. "What do you suggest?"Camille's mouth tightened. "There are options.""Say them.""Another healer. A different grove. S

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