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But Selene grabbed his sleeve, pouting weakly: "The baby needs his father's aura, Orion... I feel so anxious the second you step away..." He froze, hesitated for a few seconds, and stayed right where he was. I took a deep breath, holding my son’s hand high, and declared loudly: "My child is not an orphan, and he doesn't need your pathetic charity." "From this moment on, my son belongs to me and me alone. He has nothing to do with Atlantis, and absolutely nothing to do with the Sea God, Orion." I crouched down, swallowing the lump in my throat, and met my son's gaze directly.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

I fell back to the ground and closed my eyes again. My son hated me. My husband wanted another woman. I was done. Maybe I should just give up. When I drifted closer and closer to total darkness again, there was a scent of a wolf drew closer. But not rotten stink like those rogues. It was the scent of vanilla and whiskey, warm, rich and intoxicating. Then I felt myself being lifted. Strong arms gathered around me and held me close to a warm body. I forced my eyes open. Just barely. A face swam above me — jaw like cut stone, dark eyes wide with something I couldn't name. Shock. Recognition. Hunger.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

I shook my head in protest and he cupped my face so softly like he feared that I would break if he didn’t. “No it doesn’t” I said in a whimper. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Then why is your mind so far away from me”, he asked in a sad tone. I could feel my heart crumble at the acknowledgement of his pain. I cupped his face in return “No, it's not you, it’s just all of this. The gods are our parents and Aiden is the son of Zeus and it’s just too much too fast” A smile crept up his face.

But seven days passed, and the temple doors stayed shut. Even our father was barred from entering. Another week went by before my father finally sent for me. "Ianthe, you need to go see Evadne." His face was grim. "Something is... very wrong." Orion went with me to the War Temple. The grand hall was dead empty. Only Evadne sat on the freezing stone floor. She was holding a baby. The baby boy glowed with a faint pink aura. The whole room smelled like heavy roses. "He is Deimos's son!" Evadne shrieked, her eyes wild with madness. "Mutations happen! It's perfectly normal!" She clutched the baby, desperate to prove it.

"Wait, you said he already knows about me. Tony informed him about me. I'm already in trouble, aren't I?" "Calm down, Elisa. Tony has already handled it," he reassured me. But I wasn't listening. My mind was overwhelmed by the flood of information. I stood up, accidentally knocking over a chair in the process. Ignoring it, I walked to the center of the room. This was far worse than I had anticipated. My mother had said she wouldn't allow me to shift to prevent my father from finding me, and now it made sense. Besides alphas being connected to the king, parents were also linked to their children. The only thing that could sever that connection was a completed mating bond. Something I had no i

he replied, looking through the window in the opposite direction. “Me too.School is just the worst especially if you are a loner like me” “ I am not sure I can relate as girls seem to worship the ground I walk on. Everyone seems to be in my space all the time.Well I guess it comes with being the son of a billionaire” he smirked. I rolled my eyes in irritation.I don’t think I have ever met anyone as proud as Mason.It’s like the world literally revolves around him. I didn’t say anything else. I just wanted to get to school so I wouldn’t have to be in the same space with him.