Chapter 79
Killian Volkov
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I watched Adeline storm out of the room, her shoulders stiff, her posture rigid, my blood boiled as the weight of her words still echoed in my mind. Sebastian–he’s not their father; he’s nothing compared to me. Yet she believes he’s a better father to them. That he took care of them better than I ever could? It burned me from the inside, the anger swelling like a fire I couldn’t put out.
How could she believe that? I didn’t even know about them. I never had the chance to be their father. But now I knew. Now, there was nothing in this world that could stop me from taking my children back and from claiming what’s rightfully mine.
Tould feel my wolf stirring inside, growling, demanding action. I’d kill anyone who tried to come between me and my children–anyone. That includes Sebastian. I will never let him be their father, never allow him to take what belongs to me. My blood
My fists clenched as I turned to leave the room, following the path Adeline had gone, my mind consumed with fury. But then, suddenly, a small figure appeared in front of me, forcing me to stop.
Tristan.
My son.
For a moment, I just stared at him, at the boy who looked so much like me, but I refused to acknowledge when Grandpa told me, and even I myself felt that he looked a bit like me. How stupid of me to ignore what’s right in front of me and to believe them to be Sebastian’s.
He stood there with a fierceness that mirrored Adeline’s. My heart twisted inside with regret. He was mine. But before I could speak, his voice–so young yet so cold–cut through the air.
“Leave my mom alone,” he said, standing his ground, his eyes filled with anger and fear. “Leave us alone. We hate you.”
The words struck me harder than any physical blow could have. I was speechless. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. This was my son, my own flesh and blood, telling me he hated me.
“Tristan….” I didn’t know what to say……I’m your father,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding.
“I didn’t know–about you or your sister. But now I do, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave you.” I said, looking at him.
Tristan’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his hatred seemed to grow. “I saw you,” he said, his voice shaking but strong. “I saw you and Mom arguing that night. You made her cry. You always make her cry. And I hate you for that.”
His words sliced through me, the guilt and pain crashing in all at once. I hadn’t meant to hurt Adeline–not that night, not today. But this wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about them–about Tristan and Bridget. I needed them. They were
mine.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, but the words felt hollow, useless. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t know—”
“You’ll never be our father,” Tristan spat, taking a step back, away from me. “Uncle Sebastian is. He loves us. You? You’re just the man who made my mom cry.”
Something broke inside me at that moment. The ground beneath my feet felt like it had been ripped away. My own son- my blood–didn’t want me. Didn’t even want to acknowledge me as his father. The rejection, the raw hatred in his eyes, tore through me, leaving me feeling more powerless than I’d ever felt before.
And then, just as quickly as the pain had come, it twisted into something else. Anger, rage. This was Adeline’s doing. Sh
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I didn’t even know what I was doing My vision blurred with rage, my feet already moving toward them before I could stop myself. Nelastin’s presence was a threat a constant, gnawing reminder that he was trying to take what was mine.
But before I could take another steps, a firm land grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks
It was my grandfather, Samuel,
“Not now, Killian,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “This is not the right time. Think, boy Think before you do something you’ll regret”
I clenched my jaw, my muscles tensing as I glared at him. My wolf was howling, demanding, 1 act, demanding I rip Sebastian apart. But my grandfather’s grip tightened, keeping me grounded.
“They already hate you, Samuel continued, his voice low but firm. “Don’t give them more reasons. Don’t give Adeline another reason to keep you from your children?
I could barely hear him over the blood pounding in my cars, the anger boiling inside me. But deep down, I knew he right. If I lost control now, I would only make things worse. I would only push Adeline further away. And worse, I’d give Sebastian the satisfaction of watching me lose.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and think clearly. My hands were still trembling with the urge to lash out, but I let Samuel’s words sink in.
“Let me handle this,” my grandfather said, his voice softer now. “Let me deal with Adeline. There’s still a way to make this right. But not like this.”
I nodded slowly, my anger simmering just beneath. I wanted nothing more than to confront Adeline right now, to diag her back into my house and force her to understand that Tristan and Bridget were mine. But Samuel was right. If I acted now, this state. I’d only make things worse.
I watched as Sebastian continued to comfort Adeline, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. I hated seeing her with him. I hated the way she looked at him like he was her savior.
But this wasn’t over.
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Chapter 79
Not by a long shot.
I would fight for my children. I would fight for my place in their lives. And if that meant destroying Sebastian to get there, so
be it.
This wasn’t just about Adeline anymore. This was about my blood. And I wasn’t going to let anyone take that from me,
Not Adeline.
Not Sebastian.
No one.
They were mine.
And I would make sure everyone knew it.
Chapter 80
