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138. The Council's Judgment.

Author: Denny Ink
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-09 19:51:34

Remus

The council chamber felt smaller than it ever had.

I stood at the head of the long oak table, hands braced against its worn surface, and watched the elders file in one by one. Confusion on some faces. Irritation on others. But a barely concealed alarm on all of them. I had summoned them without warning or explanation. That alone was enough to set them on edge.

Aldric was the last to enter. He moved slowly, his old bones creaking with each step, but his eyes were as sharp and calculating a
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  • Too Late To Claim Me   138. The Council's Judgment.

    RemusThe council chamber felt smaller than it ever had.I stood at the head of the long oak table, hands braced against its worn surface, and watched the elders file in one by one. Confusion on some faces. Irritation on others. But a barely concealed alarm on all of them. I had summoned them without warning or explanation. That alone was enough to set them on edge.Aldric was the last to enter. He moved slowly, his old bones creaking with each step, but his eyes were as sharp and calculating as ever; they found mine immediately. He knew something was wrong. He always did."Alpha." He settled into his chair with a grunt. "This is an unusual hour for a council meeting.""This isn't a usual situation." I straightened, forcing my voice level. "There's been another attack."The murmurs started immediately. Whispers traded between elders. Glances exchanged like currency. Orson, the portly elder who had never quite learned to hide his disdain for me, leaned forward with a scowl."What kind

  • Too Late To Claim Me   137. The Prophet's Child.

    AriaThe healer's quarters were small as I remembered. With Remus,Marcus, Gertrude, and me crowded inside, the walls felt like theywere closing in.Remus had gone straight to Caelum's bedside, his face a mask ofbarely controlled fury. He stood there now, hand resting on the edge ofthe bed, gaze fixed on our son's small, pale form."What happened?" he repeated, voice low and dangerous."It's poison," I said, hollow. "Someone poisoned him."His head snapped toward me, eyes blazing. "Who?""We don't know yet." Marcus stepped forward, expression guarded."The nanny was paid by someone to put a powder in his food. Shedoesn't know who.""But you have suspicions."It wasn't a question.I met Remus's gaze, and for a moment, we were united in somethingthat went beyond our broken bond, beyond the years of pain andregret. We were two parents, terrified for our child, united in our needto protect him.I wanted to say Selene, Goddess. I wanted to say Vivian, "I don'tknow." I said Instead, quietly."

  • Too Late To Claim Me   136. The Poisoned Cup

    AriaThe word poison hung in the air like a death sentence.I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. I couldn't do anything but hold myson's convulsing body against mine and pray to every god and goddessI'd ever heard of that this wasn't happening. That I wasn't about to losethe only thing that had ever truly mattered."Get Gertrude." Marcus's voice cracked on the word. "NOW."I heard the fear in it. It is the same fear that is clawing its way up mythroat.Caelum's small body jerked in my arms, his back arching at anunnatural angle. His lips were blue now, his skin so pale it was almosttranslucent. But his eyes, those beautiful gray eyes so much like hisfather's, were still open. Still looking at me.And still trusting me to save him."Mommy." His tiny fingers clutched at my shirt. "Mommy, it's cold.Why is it so cold?""I don't know, baby. I don't know." Tears streamed down my face, hotand bitter, falling onto his cheeks. "But I'm here. I'm right here. Justhold on for me, okay? Just hold o

  • Too Late To Claim Me   135. The Serpent in the Garden.

    SeleneI watched him from the doorway, and a feeling inside me curdled.Remus was on the floor. Goddess. On the floor, like a common servant with legs crossed, while building towers out of wooden blocks with that gray-eyed brat. The boy laughed at something, and Remus laughed too. Actually laughed. A sound I hadn't heard from him in months, years even.My husband. The Alpha of Crestwood is playing nursemaid to some bastard child while his wife waited at home like a fool.My nails bit into my palms.He's just checking on the boy, I told myself. He's the Alpha. It's his duty.But duty didn't explain the way his eyes softened when he looked at the child. Duty didn't explain the way his hand lingered on the boy's head, gentle and protective, like he was something precious. Something his.And it definitely didn't explain the way Aria watched them from the corner, her expression a mix of pain and something else that looked almost like hope.No. No, no, no.I stepped into the room before I c

  • Too Late To Claim Me   134. The Alpha's Visit.

    RemusI woke alone.The bed beside me was empty,wwith with the sheets cold, and I knew without looking that Selene had already risen and gone about her day. I should have been grateful for the reprieve. Instead, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest, and a longing for something I couldn't name.No. That wasn't true.I could name it.But I just didn't want to.I lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, and let myself think about her. About Aria. About the son I'd never known I had.Caelum. My son.The words still didn't feel real, even after everything. Even after the rooftop, the rescue, and the confrontation that had laid bare truths I'd spent five years running from.I had a son. A child. I have a boy with my eyes and my stubbornness, who called me a superhero and looked at me like I was something good and I'd missed five years of his life.The guilt was a physical thing; it's a weight on my chest that made it hard to breathe. I'd rejected his mother. I'd sent her awa

  • Too Late To Claim Me   133. The Ghost in the Room.

    AriaI didn't sleep well. Not really. It wasn't the kind of sleep that restores you, knits your frayed edges back together and sends you into the morning feeling human. I drifted in and out of a shallow, restless doze, with my body curled around Caelum's warmth, and my mind refusing to let go of what he'd said.The lady with the dark hair and the sad eyes.He had told me.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's face. Not as she'd been in life, because I'd been too young when she died to remember her clearly; it was just fragments and impressions.The familiar smell of lavender and the sound of a lullaby sung in a voice I couldn't quite recall, but as I'd imagined her a thousand times over the years. She was so beautiful. And not sad as she reached for me across a distance I could never cross.And now my son was telling me she visited him.I should have been frightened and alarmed. I should have ask questioned,and do all the logical, and rational things a mother was supposed t

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