Chapter 26
Apr 17, 2025
“Is he really our dad, Mommy?”
The small voice sliced through Damien like a blade. He barely had time to brace for the pain that followed. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and for the first time since he arrived at Silverstone Pack, he felt truly powerless.
He had missed five years—five years of laughter, of first words, of watching his sons grow up. Five years where he should have been there, where they should have known who he was.
Instead, they questioned it.
Instead, he was a stranger to his own flesh and blood.
Damien’s throat tightened, but before he could speak, Danny and Max hesitated, then slowly turned and followed Felicia’s order. They disappeared inside the packhouse, leaving him standing alone in the courtyard.
Felicia stayed behind, her empty gaze locked onto his—eyes that were once full of love, full of the warmth he had selfishly taken for granted.
She didn’t say anything.
She just stared at him, unblinking, her posture tense, guarded.
Damien let out a slow breath, trying to steady himself. He needed to fix this, to mend what had been broken.
“When are you going to tell them?” he asked, his voice quieter now, filled with something dangerous—not anger, not desperation, but hurt.
Felicia’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
She hesitated.
“I don’t know,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Damien’s jaw clenched. He stepped closer, his green eyes locking onto hers.
“Come back home, Felicia.”
She stiffened.
“The boys deserve to grow up with their father.”
A bitter laugh escaped Felicia’s lips as she shook her head, her expression unreadable.
“Cut this bullshit, Damien.”
Damien’s brows furrowed as she stepped toward him, her eyes flashing.
“They survived just fine without you.”
Her words were like a slap, but Damien didn’t flinch.
His fingers curled into fists at his sides. “That doesn’t mean they should have had to.”
Felicia’s eyes burned with something between rage and sorrow, her breathing uneven. “And whose fault is that?”
Damien opened his mouth to argue, to defend himself, to say anything that could make her see—but then his phone rang.
He cursed under his breath, yanking it from his pocket. He was about to reject the call when he saw the name flashing on the screen.
Xavier.
Damien picked up the call and his expression turned dark
“What the hell is going on, Damien?” Felicia asked concerned.
Damien forced himself to take a breath. He turned toward Felicia, his expression dark, dangerous, his eyes still burning with rage.
“I have to go,” he said, his voice sharp.
Felicia’s brows furrowed. “Damien—”
But he was already walking away, his entire body locked in a state of pure, violent determination.
Felicia hesitated, watching him go, her emotions tangled in knots.
