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Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

He narrowed his eyes on Keaton and Valor. “It’s ok.” Valor dropped with a dejected expression. Keaton cleared his throat, then rose to his feet. “Logan’s mother died when he was five. The former alpha never took on the role of raising his son, as his mate’s death broke him for many years. I raised Logan, and he has goodness in him. He’s better than his father. He wants peace and I know that what he did in his past doesn't speak orderliness and he might not deserve a second chance. But please, give him one. I promise he will not disappoint you.” Keaton announced.

I saw the mockery in her eyes as they watched her and I nearly laughed. As we reached the table, I noticed two men walking out of the shadows and into the light under the trampoline. One was much older and the other a lot more younger. The younger one was Nigel, it was impossible not to recognize him, especially how he talked with a hint of joke with the older man. The older man was no doubt Logan's father. And I knew immediately that Logan was the complete replica of this man. I felt Logan's grip tighten around my waist as the duo reached the table and his father's gaze watched us intensely.

Finally, he walked toward me and sat down. “You deserve to know the truth,” he said softly. I stared at him, waiting, feeling a storm rising in my chest. He took a deep breath. “My father told me something tonight. He didn’t want to say it at first, but after what happened today… he had no choice.” My heart pounded in my chest. “What is it?” Logan looked at me. His eyes were filled with a mixture of shock, sadness, and something I couldn’t place. “He said… you look exactly like someone he used to love. His former fiancée.”

"A union. Like a marriage?" "Yes." "Between who?" He doesn't answer. He just looks at me with those red, exhausted eyes. And suddenly I understand. "No." "Olivia…." "No!" My voice echoes. "You want me to marry a Logan? Into the family that killed my father?" "It's Aiden Logan. Sebastian's son. He's not like his father. He keeps to himself. He's……" "He's a Logan." I'm shaking so hard I can barely stand. "He carries the name. He benefits from money stolen from my family. Money that could have saved my father."

— I’ll do what you say – she showed strength – tomorrow I’ll be there, showing how much I’m capable. — Just prove it to yourself. – She laughed again, hiding the pain – and wherever Gonzalo is, he’ll be proud of you too. — He wasn’t a good father either – he confessed, without guilt – he abandoned Luke, letting him live the way he wanted and when he tried to fix things, he did it in the most wrong way possible. — His mother told me about it too – he confessed, giving another sigh – and Gonzalo got to be more cruel to Luke than I would ever be to him. But your mother also told me how much your brother had changed for the better, which your father had not.

He stands there like he owns the place, a cane resting in one hand as his eyes sweep over me from head to toe. Then he shifts his gaze to Ezra and nudges him with his cane, but Ezra doesn’t move. Logan tuts under his breath and finally turns back to me removing his hat slowly, and dramatically, before clearing his throat. “You know… I just got back from burying my father.” He finally speaks, his voice quiet but sharp. “Thanks to you.” I hold his gaze but don’t respond. “You took him from me. Just like you took Ingrid, the person I grew up with.” His expression twists into something unreadable, and I can see the rage barely buried under grief.

Since then she only glanced at Logan once and found the man looking at her with a different look. After sitting down, Beth could see beside her, a man, a very elegant middle-aged man, and a woman sitting looking at her with warm eyes. Maybe they are Logan's parents? Ah.. or his uncle? "I, on behalf of the parents of Logan Bruggman, would like to express our intention...to propose to Elizabeth, to be the wife of Logan. We are offering some simple gifts for you, Beth, please accept." The man said with a warm smile.

Logan said, his voice sounded collected like he was in no form of tension at all "Calab?" Caroline asked inquiring who that was "My son, his over there with my wife Rhea" Logan made it known "Your son? Wow!!!" Caroline exclaimed "I can see you've got kids as well, wasn't i supposed to have one?" Came his question again and their exchange of words continued

I mumbled in the calmest tone that I could muster. And after a while, Bronwen said, his voice bouncing back again. “I saw a little boy that looked exactly like him in the fantasy island,” he dropped the bomb and I went silent immediately before I let out a sarcastic guffaw. “What did you even go there to do?" “Mom is not what I went there to do. The fact remains that I saw someone that looks exactly like him!" He replied sharply and I chuckled. “Does Logan even know he has a son?” I let out another mocking snicker and Bronwen scoffed. “I am damn serious, mom!"