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Sophie stands, keeping away from his blood. She stands beside my wolf, and I shift back to my human form, using her to shield my body from the dying man. But I hold her as she watches her sperm donor breathe his last breath. “Bye.” The sound escapes her lips, and I can see she is both sad and relieved. I know Sophie always hoped her birth father was just a dumb kid, who made a bad choice but had pulled his life together and one day they would have a relationship, but it was not to be. Her bio dad was a hunter with a dragon he used to murder. She can’t be serious about keeping this thing as a pet, right?

Mark realized, "What do you mean? You don't accept me, your own son? Is that it?" Mark had gone from impatience to anger. He waved his fists and snarled, "I'm telling you, you can't just think about yourself and bring me into this world, only to ignore me. Do you know how difficult these years have been for me? My foster parents never loved me, they constantly suppressed me and used my sweat to pave the way for their own biological son. Now that I've finally found my biological parents, and they are none other than the renowned Sir Miller, how could I easily give up this chance to establish my identity?"

"Anything on her real father?" He asks to have his blood run cold. "Edward Rogers Sir." The name is well known, but no one has seen the man. He was one of the most powerful names in the world. Even more powerful than him or the Kleins together. She is his daughter? But what he came to know next , fuc*** with his brain cells completely. Making the cell to drop from his hands. "He is underground since a decade now but what surprised me more was that......." "He is also the father of Sophie Rogers."

Then, quietly: “From your family.” Silence dropped like a guillotine. Alex blinked. “What?” Vito stood slowly, his face unreadable. “Sophia’s father was Salvatore Romano. He ran contracts for the Vitali family. Until he was executed—on my orders.” The words hit like bullets. “She was a child,” Vito continued. “We let her live. Carlo placed her in foster care overseas. He monitored her. Made sure she didn’t come back with blood in her eyes.”

How was that even possible? “How is that possible? The test results said you could never Father a child. You have a low sperm count. You can never be a father. How then is Kenneth your biological son?” I whispered weakly. “That was a lie. I didn't want to have a child with you. So I paid the doctor to forge the results in a way that I'll make me look like I couldn't be a Father. But Kenneth is my son. And Sophie is his mother. We had been seeing each other even after you and I got married. And she got pregnant. We wondered how we were going to keep hiding the secret from you and from the world. So you could only imagine my joy when you brought up the idea of us adopting a child. Of course

He lifted his wife's chin with his index finger, staring into her now anxious blue eyes. "What if I told you that David had actually known about you for a long time?" he asked cautiously. As he suspected, his wife looked frightened. Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Elena asked, her body tensing. "David Foster is Matthew Patt's biological son, dear. He's known about you for a long time. He just didn't show up until you were an adult," he explained slowly. Jack knew his wife could understand his words easily. It just took time to process everything. Especially since Elena had lived with the fugitive she thought was her biological father for decades.

As Sophia was speaking, the large screen behind her switched to a presentation slide interface. However, what appeared on it was not what she had mentioned about the "Rising Star" project but a paternity test report. Scrolling down, it revealed Sophia's birth certificate and her parents' information. The presentation slides detailed Sophia's parents — Albert and Hylda — having an extramarital affair and giving birth to her, putting her in a welfare home, and then arranging for Albert's wife — Rainee — to adopt her.

He silenced me with a gesture. "There will be time for questions, little one. Although I'm quite sure I know what they are. Listen first." He paused before continuing, "As you probably know, I spent most of my childhood in foster care, thanks to my mother." He rolled his eyes in disgust. "By the time I was nine, I'd been kicked out of twelve homes. Then I was adopted by Don Rob, an Italian capo. He raised me as his own. That's when I learned who my biological father was and how he, his wife Samantha, and my step-siblings were murdered in cold blood by the very people he slaved for – the Greys themselves."

"Remember, there's no love lost between you and your dad. He didn't treat you well, and you were even running away from him." He was right. My dad was an asshole and wasn't good to me. "Are my real parents anything like Sophia?" Adonis laughed breezily. "No, they're very good people. Geoffrey, though an Omega, is the son of the first gold miner in our tribe. That's why Sophia didn't need to work; her parents bankrolled her." We started walking again, and I asked, "And his wife?" "Sarah owns an orphanage and loves children dearly “

She had said to me several times that I wasn’t their father, she insulted me and made it a work to always reduce me to nothing. Sophie called me incompetent, she called me irresponsible, she said I would never be able to father my own kids, but I was ready to prove her wrong, to make her take back all she said. Now, I had that evidence. The paper in my hand held the power to shatter Sophie's resistance, to prove that I was the biological father of our children. It was a victory, a step toward reclaiming the precious years I had lost with them. But as I stared at the result, an uncertainty crept in. What was the next step?