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Chapter 70

Author: Ophelia M
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-06 22:06:54

Vivienne

My son’s small fingers squeeze mine. “Mom…?” His brows knit, confused, sweet, breaking me in all the soft places.

Darius stops an inch too close, jaw tight enough to crack diamonds. “Don’t you feel bad for your son?” His voice is low, lethal. “He’s confused. He’s mine too.” He throws the last word like a gauntlet, heat rolling off him.

I tilt my chin, armor made of eyeliner and audacity. “Congratulations,” I purr, “you’ve discovered paternity.”

His nostrils flare. “I won’t let you get on that plane, Vivienne. I need a whole—fucking—explanation.”

There it is. The gravity between us, feral and familiar. I hate that my body recognizes his voice before my brain does, like a song I’ve sworn I deleted but still know every dirty lyric to. The scent of him—clean soap and something darker—slides under my ribs like a promise I’m not supposed to want.

I crouch to my son’s level, smoothing his hair. “Baby, can you grab us napkins from that counter? The brown ones. I’ll be right here—line
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  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 70.5

    DariusIt’s pathetic, isn’t it? Me, Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack, reduced to begging for scraps of her attention. And yet here I am, every word dragging out of me like a plea, not just for the sake of our son—though that’s the excuse I hide behind—but because I can’t stand the thought of her walking away again.“Darius, don’t take this long,” Vivienne hisses, her voice sharp but trembling, her eyes darting toward the terminal behind her. “You’re making me miss the flight—”Her suitcase handle creaks beneath her grip, like even the steel can feel her desperation to run.“And I won’t let that happen,” I cut her off, my hand shooting out, locking around her wrist with the kind of certainty that makes her gasp. I drag her against me, her soft body colliding with my chest, and the scent of her—the wild sweetness that has haunted me for years—slams into my lungs until I can barely breathe.Her lips part, ready to curse me, but I’m already leaning in, voice low and dangerous, curling against

  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 70

    VivienneMy son’s small fingers squeeze mine. “Mom…?” His brows knit, confused, sweet, breaking me in all the soft places.Darius stops an inch too close, jaw tight enough to crack diamonds. “Don’t you feel bad for your son?” His voice is low, lethal. “He’s confused. He’s mine too.” He throws the last word like a gauntlet, heat rolling off him.I tilt my chin, armor made of eyeliner and audacity. “Congratulations,” I purr, “you’ve discovered paternity.”His nostrils flare. “I won’t let you get on that plane, Vivienne. I need a whole—fucking—explanation.”There it is. The gravity between us, feral and familiar. I hate that my body recognizes his voice before my brain does, like a song I’ve sworn I deleted but still know every dirty lyric to. The scent of him—clean soap and something darker—slides under my ribs like a promise I’m not supposed to want.I crouch to my son’s level, smoothing his hair. “Baby, can you grab us napkins from that counter? The brown ones. I’ll be right here—line

  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 68.5

    VivienneAirports always feel like limbo.Not here, not there. Just a place where lives are about to change, and nobody’s making eye contact long enough to see it happen.Alistair’s hand was small in mine, warm and solid. His other hand clutched his stuffed wolf—the one Daisy had given him—like the plane might not let him on without it. The ear was bent, the fur worn smooth in patches.We sat in those stiff blue plastic seats by the gate. Overhead, the intercom droned about boarding groups and delayed flights, a tinny hum that made everything feel slower than it should.I checked my phone.Nothing.No calls. No messages. Not even a “where are you?” or “wait for me.”Good.The boarding screen flashed Final Call – Flight 217. My heart didn’t race, but it didn’t slow either. I told myself it was just another step forward. One more crossing-off in my head: leave the pack house, leave the territory, leave everything.Alistair tilted his head against my arm. “Mommy?”“Mm?”“Will there be ic

  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 68

    Vivienne“Mommy? Where are we going?” my son asks, his tiny voice so soft it almost gets lost under the sound of his toy car skidding across the couch cushions.I force a smile, even though it feels like it’s stitched over a bruise. “Don’t you want a taste of the city?” I ask, tilting my head like it’s all just an adventure.He shrugs, eyes still on the car. “Of course, I do…” There’s a pause, the kind that makes my stomach tighten. Then he glances up, lashes brushing his cheeks. “But… will I see Lily there?”My hands still on the half-folded shirt. That name always does it—like someone just reached inside me and twisted. He doesn’t know the truth about Lily. Not yet. And Goddess knows I’m not ready to tell him. But somehow, deep down, he feels her in his bones.“Baby…” I murmur, kneeling until I’m right in front of him. “We’re coming back here soon. And when we do…” I brush a stray curl from his forehead, “…you’ll see her again.”He studies me, like he’s trying to figure out if I’m l

  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 67

    VivienneI’m processing everything, but every thought feels like it’s slicing me open from the inside.I want to scream, to throw something, to tell him that I hate him.But I just stand there—silent, still, pretending I’m stone.“You’re saying this right now because…?” My voice comes out flat, but my hand instinctively presses against my chest, like I’m trying to keep my ribs from breaking apart.His lips twitch. Not in sympathy. Not even in guilt.It’s almost—mocking.And it feels like a slap in the face. That he would think I could be the reason for the loss of his non-existent child.“I’m saying this because I don’t want you to think she actually had a miscarriage,” Darius says, his voice low but unyielding. “I don’t have another child with her. I never did. I’m just—”“Stop.”The word is sharp enough to cut through him, but my voice still shakes.“I don’t need to be informed about that, Alpha Darius,” I bite back, my tone laced with a formality I only use when I want to push him

  • Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex-Fuck Buddy    Chapter 66

    DARIUS I think my vision actually blurred for a second. Not from shock. From rage. Because every memory I had of Celestria clutching her stomach, crying into my shirt, whispering about “our baby”… it all suddenly turned into something else. Something rotten. A performance. “Alpha,” Dr. Rhoslyn’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “You need to understand—I don’t know the reason and the logic that the Luna did this.”“Don’t speak.”“I’m just scared that the Luna will think I’m doing this as I’m against her.” I couldn’t even speak. My tongue was sandpaper. I turned away from her because if I didn’t, I might put my fist through the wall. Or worse, march straight into Celestria’s quarters and— God. I’ve been tearing Vivienne apart in my head for days. I’ve been keeping myself away from her because I thought if I looked at her, I’d see guilt in her eyes. But now? Now I realize I’ve been punishing her for something she didn’t even do. The corridor felt too long, too narro

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