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“What do you want, Aiden? And what are you doing in my house?” Amelia asked, her voice guarded. Aiden stared at her. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, fighting the fire spreading through his chest. Being this close to her was harder than he had expected. Her scent filled his lungs, awakening every instinct he had spent days trying to bury. “I came to see my son,” he finally said. Amelia frowned. “Arthur isn’t home. He left with Gloria to…” “Mommy, who’s at the door?” They both heard Arthur’s voice from behind them. Amelia’s eyes closed briefly. Of course. Before she could stop him, Arthur hurried toward the door and pushed it wider. The moment he saw Aiden, his entire face lit up. “Alpha Aiden!” He rushed outside and wrapped both arms around Aiden’s legs. Aiden’s stern expression immediately melted. “Hey, big man.” He bent down and scooped Arthur into his arms, lifting him effortlessly. Arthur giggled as Aiden ruffled his hair.

“I know… and you should also know that I am getting married to Racheal,” Aiden said, his voice surprisingly calm as he watched Amelia. He had barely finished the sentence when something inside Amelia seemed to crack. For a few seconds, she simply stared at him. She could hear the faint ticking of the clock somewhere in the house, the sound suddenly unnaturally loud in the silence between them. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the kitchen counter, and she swallowed hard, trying to push down the strange ache that had suddenly spread through her chest. He truly believed she didn’t love him. And now he was getting married to Racheal. The fuck? Her heart gave a painful squeeze. Why did that hurt? Why did the thought of another woman standing beside Aiden, wearing his ring and calling herself his wife, make something inside her burn? She had been the one who told him she didn’t love him. She had been the one who pushed him away. She had made it clear that whateve

“Did Mommy and Uncle Damien break up?” Arthur asked. Seraphina stared at the little boy across the dining table, completely caught off guard by the question. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh, sigh, or simply call Amelia downstairs and let her deal with her son herself. Arthur was only six years old, yet somehow, every conversation with him left her feeling as though she were speaking to someone far older. He had a way of observing people and situations that made it almost impossible to hide anything from him. “Arthur, why would you ask that?” Seraphina finally asked, setting down her cutlery as she studied him carefully. Arthur shrugged lightly, continuing to move his spoon around his plate. “Because I know Uncle Damien would never just leave Mommy like that unless something happened. And when he came yesterday, he looked sad.” Seraphina’s lips pressed together. She lowered her gaze for a moment, searching for an answer that would satisfy him without reveali

Amelia let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not the one acting weird.” Aiden stared at her, trying to understand what was happening. But the longer he looked into her eyes, the more confused he became. He could see the pain there. He could see something else too, something dangerously close to jealousy. But surely that couldn’t be what this was. She had told him she didn’t love him. She had rejected him. She had told him to move on. So why was she reacting like this? “Amelia,” he said carefully, taking a small step closer. “What is actually wrong?” She immediately stepped backward, putting more distance between them. “Just leave.” “Why?” “Go to your bride,” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger. “She’ll be waiting for you at home. Go kiss her. Go hug her. Go do whatever the hell you want with her. I don’t care.” Aiden’s face hardened. “No one asked you to care about that.” The words struck her harder than he intended. Amelia’s lips parted slightly. Ai

Aiden’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then what does it have to do with?” Amelia finally looked at him. “You can marry whoever you want, Aiden. It’s your life. It has nothing to do with me.” Aiden stared at her for several seconds. There was pain in her eyes. He could see it. She could deny it all she wanted, but he could see the hurt she was desperately trying to bury beneath her anger. He took a slow breath. “Fine.” Amelia frowned. “Fine?” “If Racheal is the problem, I’ll call off the wedding.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “I said I’ll call it off.” Aiden’s voice was firm this time. “I won’t marry Racheal.” Amelia stared at him, completely caught off guard. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. A strange warmth rushed through her chest, immediately followed by guilt for feeling relieved. “That is your decision,” she finally muttered. Aiden’s eyebrows pulled together. “That’s all you have to say?” “What else do you want me to say?” “You