Claimed by the Lycan King
He would hold him in his arms and sing the same lullabies he had sung to his own children.
One evening, as Darius sat with Kael in the royal den, Kai watched them from the doorway. The fire crackled softly, casting warm shadows across the room. Darius was holding Kael in his arms, his voice low and gentle as he sang an old werewolf lullaby. Kael's eyes were growing heavy, his small body relaxing into sleep.
Kai felt tears prick at his eyes. He had seen Darius in many roles over the years: warrior, king, father, husband. But seeing him as a grandfather, his heart overflowing with love for this tiny new life, was one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed.
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