Chapter 15
Apr 18, 2025
“You’ve been lying to me, Danielle!” Damien’s deep, thunderous voice roared as he kicked open the door to Danielle’s room. His green eyes were wild with fury, his entire frame trembling with barely restrained anger. Inside, Danielle froze mid-step, clutching the hand of the little boy standing beside her—a child she had claimed as his for years.
“Damien, what are you talking about?” Danielle asked, her voice laced with forced calm. Her dark eyes darted nervously to Sylvester, her five-year-old son, who was now hiding behind her legs. She reached back to pat his head in what looked like a protective gesture. “You’re scaring him.”
“I don’t care if I’m scaring you or that boy,” Damien growled, pointing a trembling finger toward Sylvester. “I want the truth, Danielle. Who. Is. His. Father?”
Danielle’s eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. “You’re his father, Damien! You know that! What’s gotten into you?”
“Liar!” Damien barked, his voice echoing off the walls. He stepped forward, his massive frame towering over her as his voice dropped into a menacing growl. “You’ve been lying to me for years. Do you know what that clairvoyant told me? That child isn’t mine!”
Danielle flinched, her cheeks paling as the words hit her like a slap. “That’s not true,” she stammered. “That witch doesn’t know anything. Sylvester is yours!”
“You’re still lying,” Damien hissed, his fists clenching at his sides. “All these years, I felt trapped—forced to stay by your side because you claimed this boy was mine. Do you have any idea how much I sacrificed because of your lies?”
“Damien, stop this!” Danielle cried, pulling Sylvester closer. Tears welled up in her eyes, but her expression was quickly hardening, her panic giving way to anger. “You’ve always been his father, whether you want to admit it or not!”
“No,” Damien growled, shaking his head. His voice dropped, his words sharp and filled with venom. “I stayed by your side because I thought I had a responsibility to this boy. But now I see it clearly—you used him as a leash. You tied me to you with lies, Danielle, and I’m done.”
Danielle’s face twisted in desperation as Damien stepped forward, grabbing her by the arm. “What are you doing?” she screeched, trying to pull away from his iron grip.
“You’re leaving this pack,” Damien said coldly. His voice was void of the love or affection he once felt for her. “You and that boy. Now.”
“You can’t do this!” Danielle screamed, struggling against him. “This is my home! Where am I supposed to go?”
“Not my problem,” Damien snapped. Without another word, he dragged her by the arm out into the hallway. Sylvester trailed behind her, tears streaming down his little face as he sobbed, “Mommy, I’m scared!”
“Damien, stop it!” Danielle shrieked, twisting in his grip, but he didn’t let go. Pack members began to gather in the halls, their faces filled with shock and confusion as they watched their Alpha storm through the corridors, dragging Danielle behind him.
The whispers started almost immediately. “What’s happening?” “Why is he throwing her out?” “Isn’t that his mate?” The questions buzzed around them, but Damien didn’t stop.
When they reached the front doors of the packhouse, Damien finally released her. She stumbled forward, clutching Sylvester tightly as the little boy wailed into her chest.
“You are no longer part of this pack,” Damien said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “You lied to me, manipulated me, and used a child as a pawn. You’re done here, Danielle.”
Danielle’s eyes filled with tears, but they were no longer tears of sadness. They burned with rage, fury simmering just beneath the surface. “You’re a disgusting man,” she spat, her voice trembling. “Are you and Felicia back together, huh? Is that it? At the festival yesterday, you saw her, didn’t you? That’s why you’re doing this!”
Damien’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. His silence only fueled Danielle’s anger.
“That witch!” she screamed. “She must have gotten into your head! She’s poisoned you against me!”
“Don’t you dare say a bad word about Felicia!” Damien snarled, his voice so loud that the pack members watching flinched. “This has nothing to do with her. This is about you and the lies you’ve told me for years!”
Danielle’s lips curled into a bitter smile, her tears streaming down her cheeks. “You think you can just throw me away? You think you can move on like none of this ever happened?” Her voice dropped to a venomous hiss. “If I can’t be with you, Damien, no one else can.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with malice. Damien’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Danielle turned sharply on her heel, dragging Sylvester behind her. The little boy’s cries echoed down the hall as she stormed away, her head held high despite the humiliation.
Pack members parted as she passed, their shocked whispers following her out the door. But she didn’t look back.
