All Chapters of His Father's Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 94

ARIAThe room stayed silent after Noah said Victor’s name.Nobody seemed willing to be the first to move. Victor finally looked away from the closed laptop. “I should explain.”“No,” Damian said.He frowned, already shifting his weight toward the door as if the word itself had given him permission to leave.“Not here.” Damian’s voice left no room. “Noah, secure the archive. Soren, Clara, go with him. Victor, you’re coming too.”Victor’s eyes found mine across the space between us. I held his gaze long enough for him to see that I was not asking for comfort and not offering any either. “Go.”He nodded once and followed the others out. Within minutes the room emptied. I exhaled. “Finally.”Damian looked at me. “You okay?”I smiled faintly. “I’m tired.”His expression softened at once, the sharp line of his shoulders easing slightly. “Come here.”I stepped into his arms. He wrap

SOREN“Two knocks. Then wait.”Clara’s voice came from the kitchen. Soren paused at the door, listening to the quiet sound inside. A small smile touched his mouth before he walked in.Clara stood by the counter with two mugs, steam rising in thin ribbons. She pushed one toward him without looking up. Soren tapped the rim twice. She tapped twice in return. After a brief pause she tapped once. “You still remember,” he said.“Of course I remember.” She lifted her mug. “To surviving another day.”He touched his against hers. “To surviving another day.”She took a sip. He did the same. It was such a small thing that should have disappeared somewhere in the twenty years between then and now, but it hadn’t.She reached for the cinnamon on his saucer. He caught her wrist before her fingers closed around it. “You still do that.”She looked at his hand around her wrist, then at him. “You still leave it there.”