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Third Person POV:“Tell me what you did with my child.”Talia’s lips parted, but no sound came out immediately.For the first time since he had known her, Christopher watched real fear move across her face without disguise. Not manipulation. Not a strategy. Fear.The corridor suddenly felt too narrow, like the walls were closing around the rage climbing up his throat.“Christopher,” she said quietly, “lower your voice.”His laugh came out rougher than intended.“You lied to me for seven years.”Her eyes flicked once toward Alec’s suite door before returning to him quickly. “Not here.”That only made something uglier twist inside him.Not here.As though the location was the problem.As though the fact that she had built an entire lie around another man’s child was something secondary.“Where is my son?” he repeated.Talia swallowed hard enough for him to notice.Then she finally said the words that changed everything.“He died.”Christopher went completely still.The hallway noise fad
Christopher.The hallway stayed quiet long after Denver disappeared.Christopher remained exactly where he was for several seconds, his gaze fixed on the closed suite door while his uncle’s warning replayed slowly in his head.If anything happens to him, I will forget we were ever related.The words should have irritated him.Instead, they unsettled him.Because Denver had meant them.Not as a threat.As a fact.Christopher had spent years watching Denver treat most people with controlled indifference, but something about Alec had always been different. Protective in a way that looked less like choice and more like instinct. Denver barely allowed anyone near the boy for long, especially family, and until now Christopher had assumed it was paranoia.Christopher himself had only ever seen the child from a distance, brief glimpses during gatherings before Denver inevitably pulled him away again.At first, Christopher assumed it was a pretense. Denver was playing the over-doting father to
Denver.“Alec isn’t in his room.”For a second, the words didn’t register properly.They reached me, but my brain refused to process them because it sounded impossible.Then they did.And everything inside me turned sharp.“What?”The guard straightened immediately beneath the weight in my voice.“He was there twenty minutes ago,” he said quickly. “The nurse stepped out briefly, and when she came back—”I was already moving before he finished.The ballroom blurred around me as I pushed through it, conversations cutting off the closer I got to the exit. Somewhere behind me, I heard another guard calling my name, but I ignored it.My pulse had already shifted into something dangerous.Not panic.Worse.The kind of cold focus that came right before violence.Alec.The word kept hitting the inside of my skull with every step.He was sick.Too weak to be wandering the hotel alone.And people knew who he was.Which meant they knew exactly what taking him from me would do.The elevator took t
Third Person POVThe hallway outside Alec’s room was quiet in the way expensive places always were, muted enough that every sound felt softened before it fully existed.Alec paused just outside his bedroom door, one hand brushing briefly against the wall as a wave of dizziness moved through him again. It passed quickly, but not quickly enough to stop the irritation tightening in his chest.If his father knew he was awake and wandering around alone, he’d probably drag him straight back to bed himself.Especially after earlier.But Alec was tired of being watched every second of the day while life continued everywhere else without him.Downstairs, another dinner was happening. Another important gathering. Another room full of people he wasn’t allowed near because everyone had suddenly decided breathing too hard might kill him.Rest, Alec.Sit down, Alec.Don’t push yourself, Alec.People said his name carefully now, like he’d become fragile overnight.Like one wrong move would crack him
Denver.I couldn’t look away from her.Even after the room slowly started existing again around me, even after the music returned in dull fragments and conversations cautiously picked back up, my attention stayed fixed on Selena like every instinct I had was terrified she would disappear if I blinked too long.Seven years.And somehow my body still recognized her before my mind could catch up.Selena held my gaze for one last second after thanking me, then another surgeon approached her from the side, speaking quietly enough that I couldn’t hear the words.She turned toward him easily.Naturally.Like she hadn’t just shattered something inside me by walking back into my life.The surgeon smiled at something she said, and for the first time since seeing her again, I noticed the version of her the rest of the world had clearly gotten used to while I’d been stuck remembering who she used to be.Confident.Composed.Beautiful in a way that didn’t ask for attention anymore because it no lon
DenverBy the time I finally left the hotel room Alec was in, I was already exhausted in a way sleep could never fix.The boy had only fallen asleep a few minutes earlier after another round of medicine and quiet reassurance from doctors who all sounded far too careful when they spoke around me now.Alec had tried to act brave through the pain again.That was the part I hated most.The way he smiled was like he was trying to comfort everyone else instead of himself.I paused briefly outside his bedroom door before pulling it shut quietly behind me.One of the guards straightened immediately down the hallway.“Alpha. The dinner has already started.”“I know.”I rubbed a hand across my jaw slowly.The entire night had started irritating me hours ago. Too many people. Too much noise. Too much pretending everything was fine while my son struggled to breathe through chest pain severe enough to leave him shaking earlier that evening.“Doctor Vale arrived safely,” the guard added carefully.
Denver.I was halfway down the hall to my room when one of the guards walked up to me.“Alpha, Tiana was here asking for you,” he said. “She’s waiting.”I didn’t think twice. “Give her access.”The door to my room had barely shut behind me when I started pulling off my jacket. My body felt heavy, t
SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit
Selena.As we entered the car and headed toward our pack house gates, I found myself glancing back.Some small, foolish part of me still hoped they would come. That they would say goodbye. That they would choose me once, just once.I kept expecting to hear my mother call my name. I kept believing m
Selena.Just as I had the previous night, I did not sleep. I lay awake until morning, staring at the ceiling as the light slowly changed in the room. When the sun finally rose, it did not bring comfort. It only made everything feel more real.This room no longer felt like mine.The walls were the







