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A low sigh escaped her mouth, she dropped the cup she was holding and looked at me, it was at that moment that I saw the sadness in her eyes and I immediately regretted asking the question, perhaps I have brought some bad old memories back. "My son fell in love with your mother whereas he was already engaged to Anastasia in the witch realm. With my son and Anastasia union, they'll become powerful and unstoppable but my son saw the evil in Anastasia and broke the engagement with her. When Anastasia learnt that he was seeing your mother, she got furious and demanded I call my son to order or she'll cause catastrophe. I tried to talk to your father but he didn't listen, he's a very powerful war

“Even if it is him. What are we going to do? I say we cut our losses now and head for the hills. I wouldn’t deal with Gordon for all the gold at the end of the rainbow. It was your father that groomed him. He’s three-fourths of the way to full crazy.” Ariadne scoffs. “That’s rich, especially coming from you.” Harry smiles wickedly, eyes glimmering in dark delight. It’s the Cold Wolf’s cross point. There’s something about Ariadne that makes him worse than he is, makes his teeth like razors grating against each other. Victor pushes a black and white photo towards them in hopes of moving things along. It’s a still frame, Harry to the left, Gordon to the right, and his father in the middle. Ther

"Is it? The wizard is the boy's father. And the boy has been blocking her scent for years, renewing the spell every time it fades. She deserves to know that her best friend has been lying to her since the beginning. And you know you need her scent." I felt the blood drain from my face and my hands started shaking so hard that the tray rattled. Asher's father was the wizard. Asher had been blocking my scent. Asher had been lying to me for years, renewing the spell every time it faded, keeping me weak and dependent and unable to shift. He was the only one who had access to me. He was the only one who was close enough to touch me without me noticing. He was the only one who could have done this

“Tell me… who?” She straightened up and pointed past me toward the long benches. “The warrior you just drank under the table,” she said between laughs. “Asger the Boat Builder.” My mouth slowly fell open. The name hit me like cold water. “Asger is your father?” I blurted. My voice came out an octave higher than I meant it to. Saga nodded, still grinning. She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Yes,” she said, still chuckling. “And tomorrow, when he wakes up with a pounding head, he’s going to hear about this.”

He was an astonished look on his face. “I want you to search for something else.” He said finally. “And what is that?” Byron asked. “Get me all you can on,” He looked up. “The Sons of Hades.”

"I-I don't know what you're talking about. Hayden is my son. What does he have to do with Summer?" "Your son?" Harry sneered. "Hayden has no direct blood relation to you. The person who shares his DNA is Summer! Do you want me to show you the DNA test report before you admit it?!"

Then—*flashes*. A cradle. A baby’s soft cry. White hair. Golden eyes. A name whispered like a prayer. Thorold. My eyes flew open. My heart *shattered*. Tears slipped down my cheeks, unbidden. I knew that name. I knew that face. My *baby*. The fog was gone. The witch who took my memories—her spell had weakened. I had a son. And he was calling to me. Back inside, I collapsed onto the bed, curled into a ball. Atlas sat beside me, gripping my hand as I cried.

Henry nodded in agreement. "Pardon?" Henry's expression conveyed his confusion. "Did you forget that your mother, Arya, will be furious if she sees Ms. Hart here with you?" Henry tried to intervene, but I stopped him. "I couldn't care less about what she thinks. I'm done being their son when they're plotting against me. Now go, do your job." He flinched at my words as he opened the portal. The room was bathed in the glow of the portal light before it abruptly disappeared.

With a disturbing swiftness, his son transformed back into his human form, naked and confident, his smirk gleaming with malice. Asshole’s knee came up sharply, smashing into the alpha’s face with brutal force. The world tilted, and before he could gather his senses, Asshole grabbed the alpha’s own sword, twisting it before stabbing it straight through his father’s back and heart. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across his son’s face and chest. Alpha Jehg felt his strength ebbing, his limbs growing heavier as he tried and failed to summon the healing magic that had once come so easily to him. He stumbled backward, clutching at the blade embedded in him, realising his magic was lost

he reiterated, and I continued to glare at him, studying me with his narrowed blue eyes. “My son gave you a part of himself and I can see that your child has inherited it as well,” he rambled as he peeked at my son nestled against my side. “You're delusional, sir. Aspen gave me nothing but repulsiveness. Please leave me at once!” I demanded sternly yet he continued to move closer. I could tell that he was trying to use compulsion on me but was failing miserably. Grabbing the blanket to wrap around my lower half I huffed.