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Sapphire.

I watched her go with nothing on my mind, no guilt, nothing. Was I too harsh by telling her the pack matters had nothing to do with me?

it didn’t, I had struggled to build a name for myself and I didn’t want to hear such things, They didn’t deserve my pity or my help.

A small hand slipped into mine and I looked down to find Charlie staring up at me, his eyes wide with his innocence.

“Mummy, did she upset you?”

I shook my head, “No, baby. Why would you say that?”

“When she came, you were so excited but now, you look sad when she left,” he pointed out.

I bent down so we were at eye level, “Oh my smart little boy, you would go places. I was just sad to watch her go, I have missed her so much. Come on, I made desserts,”

I tugged his little hand to lead him back but he stood his ground, I looked back at him to find him frowning heavily at me,

“Is there something wrong, pumpkin?”

“I heard you, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I wanted to come drop my plate when I heard you scolding her like you do me when I do something

wrong,”

My blood turned to ice as I stared at him, nothing in my head to tell him.

He peered up at me, “Are you mad at me?”

I sighed, “Of course not, baby. Come here, I think it’s time you and I talk,”

I held out a hand and he took it, I guess it was time we talked about how he came. He might be excited to meet his father and I need to know if he wanted to.

He took a seat on the couch and I sat opposite him, where I could look at him. His cute face stared at me with rapt attention,

“I don’t know where to start, pumpkin. Could you tell me what you heard?”

*About my father,”

I nodded and cleared my throat, trying to ease the tension that hung in the air between us. My heart ached as I looked at my son, his wide eyes filled with curiosity. I hated that I had to break his heart, that I had to shatter the fairytale image he had of his idea of a father. But there was no avoiding it

anymore.

“Mom,” he said “what were you and Aunt Leah talking about earlier?”

I took a deep breath. This was what I avoided earlier which is why I sent him to his room, he was too perceptive for his own good. I knew that there was no hiding from the truth now.

“You heard something you weren’t meant to,” I said gently. “That was an adult conversation, one you’re not old enough to understand yet. But I know you’re curious, and I’ve always promised to be honest with you. So, I’m going to tell you the truth.”

He nodded, his small hands gripping the hem of his shirt anxiously. I swallowed the lump in my throat and began.

“Your daddy and I met a long time ago, but it wasn’t like in the stories. It wasn’t anything romantic,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Your father… he wasn’t ready for me. He was angry because of things that happened between our families, things I didn’t even know about at the time.”

His brow furrowed, and I could see the confusion growing in his eyes.

“My father was not a good man,” I continued softly. “He hurt a lot of people, including your father’s farmily. And because of that, your daddy couldn’t… he couldn’t look at me the way he wanted to. He was filled with anger, and in his eyes, I was a part of the problem.”

I didn’t tell him how his father had rejected me so coldly, how Aragon had made me feel like I was nothing. And I definitely didn’t tell him how his father had turned me into a slave, making me pay for the sins of my own father. My son didn’t need to hear all of that, not yet. I couldn’t destroy the little bit of hope he had left.

“So, things were complicated,” I said. “I couldn’t stay in a place that was so toxic. I didn’t want to live in all that pain and anger anymore, so I ran wwwy.”

I paused, watching him absorb everything, his young mind trying to piece it all together. I could see the hurt starting to show on his face, and it nearly broke me. But I pressed on.

After I left, I found out I was pregnant with you,” I said softly. “And that changed everything. I stayed here, away from that life, because I wanted to rame you in a place where we could both be happy.”

I wanted for the tantrum, the anger, the frustration. I expected tears and yelling, the typical reactions that come with telling a child something so difficult to hear. But instead, he surprised me. He ran toward me, his small body colliding with mine, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, sobdring into my chest.

My heart clenched as I pulled him close, stroking his hair gently “Hey, hey,” I whispered. “Why are you crying, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

He truffled, pulling back just enough to look up at me, his face wet with tears. “Thank you for keeping me,‘ he whispered.

1 blinked in confusion “What do you mean by that I asked, wiping lus cheeks gently,

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His bottom lip quivered as he spoke. “The kids at school… they said that you being with Daddy was so bad, so hard, that the only way to fix it

would’ve been if… if I was never born.”

Anger surged through me, hot and violent, flooding my veins. I clenched my fists, trying to control the rage that threatened to boil over. How could children say something so cruel? And how dare they make my son feel like he didn’t belong in this world?

I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “Listen to me,” I said. “You are my miracle. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and not for one second did I ever think about a world without you. That was never an option.”

He sniffled, his eyes wide and filled with pain.

“You are the reason I kept going,” I said softly, my thumb brushing against his tear–stained cheek. “You’re the reason I built a life for myself, the reason I fought so hard to create something beautiful out of all that pain. I had someone precious to fight for, and that’s you.”

His arms wrapped around my waist again, and I felt him relax slightly against me, though the hurt was still there, lingering.

“Don’t ever listen to anyone who says otherwise,” I told him. “I love you more than anything in this world, and your father-” I hesitated for a moment. “Your father would love you too, whenever you meet him.”

He pulled back again, looking up at me with big, hopeful eyes.

“Do

o you think I’ll ever meet him?”

I nodded, swallowing back my own emotions. “Yes, sweetheart. You will. And I’ll make sure of it.”

“Will you ever tell him about me?” he asked, quiet but filled with so much longing.

I took a deep breath, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. “Yes,” I said. “For your sake, I will do anything to make you happy. I’ll tell him.”

He smiled weakly, his eyes still wet but shining with a flicker of hope. And in that moment, I promised myself that no matter what it took, I would keep that promise to my son. He deserved the truth, and he deserved to know that he was loved, not just by me but by the father he had never met.

As I held him close, the weight of what lay ahead pressed down on me. But for now, all that mattered was my son in my arms, knowing that he was the reason I kept going. The reason I would keep fighting, no matter how hard it got.

I reminded myself to have a word with his teachers in school, they surely can’t get away with saying such terrible things about my pumpkin.

The doorbell rang and I sighed, Leah must have forgotten something. I went to the door and opened it, my smile fading away quickly when I saw who it was.

I opened my mouth to speak when he grabbed me, his lips descended mine. He claimed me right in front of my doorstep.

I melted into him, the mate bond coming to our rescue as his hands gripped my waist pulling me flush against him, I gasped and his tongue moved swiftly into my mouth.

I remembered Charlie and my senses came back, I pushed him away with a strength I didn’t know I had. He was panting and staring at me with need in his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I barked.

He raked his hands through his hair and stared at me like he had seen a ghost.

“Sapphire,”

“Moni?”

The words came at the same time, my world tilted. Charlie was standing behind us with his eyes wide as he took in the scene. Aragon mirrored the look, and I realized I couldn’t even spin this, they were the spitting image of each other:

Aragon was on autopilot as he walked past me to Charlie, they stood face to face. I watched as Aragon put two and two together before he turned to

“He is mine,” he declared.

I sighed, “He is my son, and you never answered my question. What are you doing here?”

He turned to me, “I came to see you, I found you,”

‘I didn’t want to be found.” I said firmly.

He stalked toward me, his eyes blazing with a fury that I hadn’t seen in years. My heart hammered in my chest, but I stood my ground. There was no running now, Not anymore.

“You left me no choice,” he growled. “Considering how you packed your bags and left.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t want to get in the way of your pack business,” I replied coldly. “You should be thanking me for leaving, for getting out of your way,”

15: jaw clenched, and he took another step closer. “You think I care about any of that?” His voice was sharper now, cutting through the tension between us. “I never cared about the pack, about the politics. All I wanted was you.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, a small voice interrupted.

Is he my father?

1 Troze, my heart sinking as I turned to see Charlie standing in the doorway. His wide, innocent eyes were filled with confusion and fear as he stared up at Aragon. I had dreaded this moment for so long, and now it was happening in the worst way possible,

(Charlic…” I started, reaching out for him

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But Aragon beat me to it. “Yes,” he said, his voice softening for the first time since he walked into the room. “I’m your father.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when Charlie lunged at him, his little fists flying as he pounded against Aragon’s chest in a fit of rage. “Why did you treat my mom like that?” he screamed. “Why did you hurt her?”

“Charlie, stop!” I pleaded, rushing forward to pull him away. My hands shook as I grabbed his shoulders, trying to calm him down. “Please, stop.“: Charlie turned to me, tears streaming down his face as he buried himself in my arms. “I don’t want to see him, Mom. I don’t want him here.”

I pressed a kiss to his damp cheek, my heart breaking at the sight of his pain. “But, pumpkin,” I whispered, “you just talked about meeting your father.”

He shook his head fiercely, clinging to me as if I were the only thing keeping him together. “Not if it means hurting you,” he sobbed. “I don’t want to meet him anymore if it’ll hurt you.”

I squeezed him tighter, trying to hold back my own tears. “None of that matters,” I said softly. “You are what’s important to me, okay? You will always be my priority.”

He nodded weakly, his face buried in my neck as he cried. I could feel his little body shaking, and all I wanted was to protect him from everything–especially from the man who had caused both SO much pain.

Aragon cleared his throat, and I looked up to find him standing there, his eyes filled with something I hadn’t expected to see. never seen him look so vulnerable before.

But that didn’t change anything.

“I don’t know why you came here,” I said. “But you need to go. You can’t just show up like this.”

Longing. Regret. I had

His gaze flickered between me and Charlie, and for a moment, I saw a crack in his armor. He opened his mouth to speak, but then hesitated, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“I came because—” he began, but the words seemed to fail him. He looked away, his shoulders sagging under the weight of something he wasn’t ready to admit. “I came because I thought I could fix things. That I could make this right.”

I shook my head. “You think you can just walk back into our lives and fix things with a few words? It doesn’t work like that, Aragon.”

“I know,” he whispered, his eyes dark with frustration. “I know it’s not that simple. But I never stopped thinking about you. I didn’t know about him.” His gaze shifted to Charlie, who was still clinging to me.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check. This wasn’t the time to let my guard down, not in front of Charlie. “You hurt me, Aragon,” I said quietly. “You put me through a lot. You can’t undo that.”

“I’m not trying to,” he said. “I just… I don’t want to be the villain in my own son’s eyes. I want a chance to know him, to be a father to him.”

*You had your chance to get to know me,” I shot back, the words laced with anger I hadn’t realized I was still holding onto. “You chose your pack, your pride, over us. And now you think you can just come back and pick up the pieces?”

Charlic shifted in my arms. “I don’t want him to be my dad, Mom,” he whispered. “I don’t want to see him anymore.”

My heart clenched at the raw hurt in his words. I tightened my hold on him, pressing my lips to his hair. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. You don’t have to.” ejto.”

Aragon looked like he had been punched in the gut. His eyes locked onto Charlie, and for a second, I thought I saw tears glistening there. But he quickly blinked them away, straightening his back as if trying to regain some control