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Chapter 81
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My head swapped toward Sammel, dishchet flooding through me. “You’ve decided I repeated, my voice rising. “You think you get to make decisions about where I live now! After Ionishing me?/
“Txabout what’s best for Distan and Bridget Samuel continued calmly. “They belong to the Silver Moon Pack, Killian is then tather, and they are the heirs to the Volkow empire. Il word gets out, enemies of the pack and the company will target them. They need the protection of the pack
Apsolutely not I shot back, my heart pounding in my chest. “I will never go back to that place. I was banished. I was thrown
like I meant nothing. I won’t remmin, and neither will my kids”
Killian took a step forward, his presence looming. “This isn’t just about you, Adeline. It’s about their safety. Tristan and Bridget are my children, whether you like it or not. They belong with me, and they belong in the Silver Moon Pack.”
Tristan’s voice cut through the air, surprising everyone. “No,” he said firmly, stepping in front of me. “We don’t belong with vou. And you’re not our father.”
Killian’s face hardened, but it was Samuel who spoke first. “Tristan, I know this is hard to understand, but Killian is your father: We are family”
Tristan turned, looking up at Samuel with a fierceness that took me by surprise. “No, we are not. Mom said we don’t have to go if she doesn’t want to. And she doesn’t want to!”
Samuel sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to find the right words. “Tristan, your mother is upset right now. Moon Pack is your home. You need to come back, for your own protection.”
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Tristan clenched his little fists, his eyes blazing with anger I’d never seen in him before. “No!” he shouted. “Killian isn’t our dad! I hate him! I hate him for making Mommy cry!”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving the room in stunned silence. I had never seen my son so angry. hate. My sweet, kind boy….
so full of
I knelt down beside him, my voice soft, but filled with emotion. “Tristan, baby, you can’t say things like that. It’s not right. But Tristan shook his head, his eyes welling with tears. “Why not? He hurt you, Mom. He made you cry. And he never said
I was stunned, my heart breaking at the sight of my son in so much pain. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to fix
this
Before I could respond, Killian’s voice, low and dangerous, filled the air. “Tristan, I’m your father,” he said, stepping forward. “I know you’re angry, but you need to understand that everything I’m doing is for your protection.”
Tristan glared at him, his small body trembling with anger. “I don’t want your protection. I don’t want anything from you!”
Bridget, who had been silent until now, looked confused, her little face scrunched in worry. “But… but Daddy..” she whispered, looking up at me with wide eyes.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. Everything was falling apart, and I had no idea how to put it back together.
The room was suffocating, the tension unbearable. I could see the cracks forming in everything I had tried so hard to protect. My children. My life. And in the midst of it all, Killian stood there, a silent storm brewing beneath his cold exterior.
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I sighed, turning to Mary, gesturing at her to take them away. She nodded and walked over to Tristan and Bridget.
I stood in the suffocating silence after Mary had taken Tristan and Bridget out of the room. My heart was pounding, my hands shaking at my sides, and I could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface. Bridget’s wide–eyed adoration for Killian clashed painfully with Tristan’s simmering hatred. I was caught in the middle of it all, a storm swirling around me, didn’t know how to navigate it.
and I
The door clicked shut behind the children, and as soon as it did, the air in the room seemed to thicken with tension I felt the weight of everything pressing down on me. My children had been dragged into this mess–a situation they shouldn’t even be part of. I was furious, heartbroken, and scared. I turned sharply to face Killian and Samuel, the frustration I’d been holding in boiling over.
This is wrong. I hissed, my voice shaking with fury. “My children shouldn’t have been bought into this mess! They’re just
als, Killian–our kids. They shouldn’t be part of whatever that you are planning. All they know is the life I’ve built for them. And now you come in, trying to take that away?”
Killian didn’t flinch under my glare. His icy gaze remained steady, calculating. It was the same look he used when he was in control of a situation, but this time it made my skin crawl. He was always so damn composed–except now, I could see something bubbling beneath the surface. A barely controlled rage that he was doing his best to suppress.
“This isn’t about me,” Killian said, his voice measured, but I could hear the tension in it. “This is about what’s best for them. Tristan and Bridget are part of something bigger than you and your pride, Adeline. They’re Volkovs, heirs to one of the most powerful packs and families. They belong to the Silver Moon, and you know it.”
“I don’t give a damn about your pack,” I spat. “Or your empire. Or whatever claim you think you have over them. They’re my children. You can’t just storm in here, make claims, and demand we go back to Silver Moon. You didn’t even know they were your children until now. You don’t know them. Tristan hates you, and Bridget doesn’t even understand what’s going
on!“”
Samuel, who had been silent, finally stepped forward, his voice carrying a certain calm authority that made my stomach twist. “Adeline, I understand why you’re upset, but you’re not being fair.”
“Fair?” I turned to him. “You think this is about being fair, Samuel? Killian rejected me and banished me from that pack. He made sure I had nothing when I left. And now you think you can just drag me back like nothing happened?”
Samuel sighed deeply, his silver eyes softening as if he was trying to appeal to my humanity, to my heart. “Adeline, He didn’t know that you were pregnant, and the situation was different back then. If Killian had known, if I had known… things would have been different.”
“Different?” My voice cracked slightly, and I hated myself for it. “You didn’t care about me then, and you don’t care about me now. You just care about them because they’re his.”
Samuel shook his head. “That’s not true, Adeline. We care because they’re our family. Bridget and Tristan are part of the Volkov legacy, whether you like it or not. And they deserve to know their place in this world.”
I clenched my fists, fighting back the storm of emotions threatening to break free. “Their place is with me. I’ve raised them on my own for years. They don’t need your pack or your legacy to be whole. They have me.”
Author’s Note:–
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