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And me turning away. I flop onto the desk chair, pulling my laptop in front of me. If journaling fails, maybe writing my blog can help. “The Fathers of My Child?”—the story I’ve been pouring my life into, trying to wrestle some sense out of all the shit. I open the draft and scroll down to the ending, the part I never could finish because… how could I? But today I force myself to. I try to write the ending. Four times. Each one a different path.

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

And after that, it becomes a pattern. Family dinners where we sneak off to fuck in bathrooms. "Chance encounters" that turn into car sex. Late-night texts that lead to me in his bed. We're reckless and stupid and we can't stop. "This is going to blow up in our faces," I tell him one night, lying in his arms. "I know." "My mother will lose her mind." "My father will disown me." "We should end this." "We should." Neither of us moves. "What are we doing?" I ask quietly.

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

I vaguely remembered a conversation I had with my father after I first heard of King Theodore’s love story from my mother. I had felt indignant that he mistreated his mates and marched right into my father’s office unannounced. Father had been in the middle of some important paperwork and seemed annoyed and confused when I barged in and walked straight up to him, blood boiling in my veins. Back then, my temper had been a blazing fire, much to the dismay of my parents, but I couldn’t put it out easily. Before Father could utter a word, I repeated what I’d learned and asked why he would support a king like that.

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

Cassian continued. Cassian turned to the director, executives, and staff in the room, his voice sharp and resolute. “My mother's recovery is in your hands; if anything goes wrong,g your families will answer for it.” They all felt fear as Cassian spoke. Everything has gone out of control. They all shivered in fear. “And finally, when any of my brothers comes, inform me immediately.”

My father stirred, sitting up straight, his gaze locking on me for the first time in months. But I didn’t care about any of that. My eyes darted around the room, searching desperately. “Where… where are my babies?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and trembling. “Why is my belly flat? Where are they?” Alex froze. His hand tightened on mine, but he said nothing. Tears sprang up in his eyes instantly, spilling over before he could stop them. My mother’s face crumpled, and she turned away, covering her mouth. My father looked devastated, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him.

The voice on the other end was dripping with impatience. "What on earth is wrong with you, Wesley? You know my mom's birthday is coming up, yet you're still saying such unlucky things? "And so what if Miles is dead? I still have Cassadee. Now, if you don't want debt collectors hunting you and your family down again, you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Because of a homewrecker, my son had lost his life. If I had known there would be such a day, I would've walked away from this marriage long ago.

I held Rome harder. “Mommy, can you tell me about dad again.” Where did I even begin? The tragic story of his father and I. “Your father had a hard life growing up.” I said, Rome staring at me with his big golden eyes. He had heard this story a few times. I wanted him to know he had a father just like all kids but talking about it was difficult. “But he grew up strong despite all the hardships he came across.”