All Chapters of Fake Dating The Lycan's Heir: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

COLE’S POV“An earlier Grayson representative is listed among them,” Rose repeated when my father asked to see the description again. She kept the page on her desk rather than passing it around. “That tells us whose name appeared in the index. It doesn't tell us what he agreed to.”Dad stood beside the window, looking toward the courtyard. I had watched him challenge the Blood Authority in front of the council, knowing some of his closest allies would turn against him. I hadn't considered that our own family records might be part of what the investigators uncovered.“Can we find the original amendment in our archive?” I asked. “We kept copies of the old pack agreements, didn't we?”“We kept what previous Alphas chose to preserve,” Dad answered. “I'll ask our archivist to open the historical collection. Harris can compare anything relevant with the independent investigation.”Lillian remained beside Helen and Mara. She had come to identify a mark from the ceremony, not to become involv

COLE’S POV“Three families have refused to cooperate,” Dad said when I entered his office the following morning. “That doesn't mean they can ignore lawful evidence orders, but they've made their position public.”He handed me the notice. The northern Alphas claimed the review threatened the independence of their packs and demanded that the emergency restriction on ceremonial compulsion be withdrawn. They also repeated their request to exclude Dad from the reform proceedings.“Are they refusing interviews or refusing to hand over documents?” I asked. “The notice sounds as though they've decided both.”“They've refused voluntary cooperation,” Dad replied. “Enforcement will decide what records it can lawfully require. I won't pretend every request has the same legal authority.”He had arranged an emergency consultation with representatives from the three families and two members of the council's legal committee. The meeting was intended to hear their objections, not decide the petition o

VANESSA’S POVThe following week, on the morning of my first approved half-day back at school, Rose reminded me of the conditions while Mom checked the time.“Half a day,” Rose said. “No physical education, no training afterward, and you call if the fatigue returns.”“I know. I've written it down, and I haven't packed anything heavier than my books.” I lifted my bag to prove it, though Rose didn't look convinced.She checked the strap and made me take out a textbook I wouldn't need. Mom watched from the doorway without offering to carry everything for me. A month ago, she would have insisted on deciding whether I went at all. I appreciated the effort it took her to stay quiet.“I'll collect you at noon,” Mom said. “If you want to leave earlier, call me directly.”“Thank you. I'll call if I need to.”Lillian was waiting by the school entrance. She had sent me three messages before I'd even left home, including one asking whether she should bring a welcome-back banner. I had told her th

COLE’S POV“That's what the investigators are trying to establish,” Dad said.I glanced at Vanessa. She was sitting beside me on the sofa, watching my face as she tried to work out how much of the conversation she could hear.“I'm putting you on speaker,” I told him. “Vanessa is here, and I'd rather she heard your explanation than have me repeat it badly.”“Of course,” Dad replied. “Vanessa, I'm sorry to trouble you this late.”“You haven't troubled me,” she said. “I want to understand why an old succession rule would mention a sealed hybrid.”“We don't know that it refers to any particular person. The archivist has found a passage concerning a declaration by a Lycan heir, but much of the surrounding wording is missing.”“What sort of declaration?” I asked.“That hasn't been established. The surviving words don't explain what the heir was required to declare.”I asked him to send the archivist's description to our adviser. If the entry affected my succession, I wanted its wording exam

VANESSA’S POV “They've accepted the succession challenge for a hearing,” Cole told me the next morning. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my breakfast when he called. Mom was reading beside the window, and I stepped into the hallway so I could hear him properly. “Does that mean they've decided the Alphas are right?” I asked. “No. The panel says there's enough of a question to hold a hearing. Dad's adviser is preparing for it.” “How are you taking it?” “Better than I expected. I was angry when the notice arrived, but at least I know what happens next.” “Are you going to be at school today?” “For the morning. I've arranged to leave early for a meeting with the adviser. Are you going in?” “Rose approved another half-day. I don't want to fall behind because the council can't settle an argument without dragging us into it.” “I'll see you there, then.” I returned to the kitchen and told Mom about the hearing. She asked whether Cole had mentioned a date, and I said it hadn't