Chapter 34
Apr 17, 2025
The next morning, the soft glow of dawn filtered through the large windows of the Silverstone Packhouse, casting golden hues over the dining hall. The morning was quiet, the kind of stillness that came after a storm.
Felicia sat at the head of the long wooden table, stirring her tea absentmindedly as her mind raced. Across from her, Lucien sat with his arms folded, watching her carefully. The tension from the previous night still lingered in the air, though now it was mixed with an air of inevitability.
The boys, Danny and Max, were sitting next to each other, eating their breakfast with the blissful innocence of children. They had no idea that today would be life-changing.
Felicia sighed, placing her cup down. “I’ve made my decision.”
Lucien raised an eyebrow, though he already knew what she was about to say.
“I’m going to tell Damien the truth,” she said, her voice steady but holding a hint of apprehension. “I can’t keep lying to the boys. They deserve to know who he is.”
Lucien exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair. “Are you sure about this?”
Felicia nodded, glancing at her sons. “Yes. Yesterday proved that things can’t go on like this. If we don’t resolve this, more blood will be spilled. And I won’t allow that.”
Lucien ran a hand through his hair before nodding. “Alright. Then we’ll do it the right way.”
He called for a messenger, a young wolf with sharp eyes and a lean frame.
“Send word to Crescent Moon Pack,” Lucien instructed. “Tell Damien that Felicia and the boys will meet him at a neutral ground today. She’s ready to introduce the boys to him.”
The messenger bowed slightly before hurrying out of the room.
Felicia took a deep breath, her heart hammering.
Lucien observed her, his expression unreadable. “You’re nervous.”
Felicia laughed dryly, shaking her head. “Of course, I am. I don’t know how they’ll react. What if they hate me for keeping this from them?”
Lucien softened, reaching across the table and placing a hand over hers. “They won’t. They love you, Felicia. That won’t change.”
Felicia forced a small smile, appreciating his words even if she wasn’t convinced.
Meanwhile, in Crescent Moon Pack, Damien stood in his office, staring at the messenger who had just delivered the news.
His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Felicia was ready to introduce the boys to him.
The words replayed in his head like a chant, and for a moment, he couldn’t move.
This was it.
This was the moment he had been waiting for since the festival. Since the day he first laid eyes on them and felt that undeniable connection.
His sons.
For five years, he had been denied them—denied their first steps, their first words, their smiles, their laughter. And now, he was finally going to meet them as their father.
Damien swallowed hard, pushing back the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He needed to be prepared. He needed to make sure this went right.
Xavier, who had been standing silently at the side, finally spoke. “This is good news,” he said cautiously, watching Damien’s reaction. “It means she’s finally opening the door for you.”
Damien let out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah.”
Xavier hesitated. “But this is neutral ground, Damien. That means you have to play this smart. No anger. No accusations. Just focus on the boys.”
Damien’s jaw tightened, but he nodded again.
“I know.”
Xavier smirked slightly. “Do you?”
Damien shot him a warning glare. “I won’t mess this up, Xavier.”
His Beta sighed, crossing his arms. “Just don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”
Damien ignored him and grabbed his jacket, striding toward the door.
“I’m going to meet my sons,” he said, his voice gravelly.
Nothing would stop him now.
