Chapter 10
Apr 17, 2025
Laughter rang out as wolves of all ages celebrated the Full Moon. But for Damien, it felt like a weight he couldn’t shake.
His father had insisted on him attending the festival tonight, sending him in his place as always. It was no secret that Alpha Magnus and Alpha Orion had been close for years—like father and son.
He stood at the edge of the celebration, his gaze drifting toward Alpha Orion.
The wolf stood with his chest puffed with pride. A woman stood up too instantly. She was stunning, and as she leaned into Orion, her eyes locked with his, Damien knew. Orion had found his mate.
“Lucky bastard,” Damien muttered under his breath, turning away from the pair.
As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t deny the pang of jealousy in his chest. He should be happy for Orion.
He excused himself from the festivities and slipped toward the back of the grounds, hoping to find some peace in the quiet of the trees.
The cold air hit him like a slap, and Damien breathed it in deeply, trying to push his emotions aside. His father would be waiting for him back at the Alpha’s house, expecting him to put on the act of a proud son. But how could he do that when his life felt like a series of broken pieces?
As he walked, he decided to take a quick detour to the restroom. Maybe some water would help clear his head. But as he rounded the corner, he collided with something small—something soft, something… human?
“Whoa, hey, sorry about that,” Damien said, steadying the little figure. He looked down to see a small boy, no more than four years, blinking up at him with wide eyes.
The boy’s golden brown hair was tousled, and his face was dirt-smudged from the excitement of the festival. Damien couldn’t help but smile at the child’s innocence.
“You okay?” Damien asked as he bent down to the boy’s level.
But when he saw the boy’s face, his heart stopped.
The boy’s eyes were identical to his own. Same deep green color. Same sharp, striking features. It was as if he was looking at a miniature version of himself.
Damien froze, his breath catching in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, another boy came racing up, calling to the first.
“Danny!” the second boy shouted. “Mommy said we can’t go out yet!”
Damien’s pulse raced. The two boys looked at each other, the resemblance between them uncanny. There was no denying it now—these were his children. But how? How had they ended up here?
The second boy was just as striking as the first, with those same emerald eyes. His voice was familiar too, like a distant echo of a time he’d long tried to forget.
“Who—who are you?” Damien whispered, more to himself than to the children. His mind was reeling, struggling to catch up with the reality that was unfolding before him.
Then, as if the universe had decided he needed more of a shock, a figure appeared behind the boys.
Damien’s breath caught in his chest as he looked up. There, standing in the dim light of the moon, was the last person he ever expected to see.
Felicia.
She was standing there, looking just as beautiful as the day he’d last seen her—before she’d left him, before the twins were born.
Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and her eyes—the ones that used to hold so much love for him—were now filled with something more guarded, more distant.
Felicia’s gaze locked with his, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.
