Rowan's P.O.V.
The air was thick with tension as I stood before Damian, watching him wrestle with the impossible. His gaze flickered over to Silas, the weight of recognition settling into his bones. I could practically feel his pulse racing, the way his heartbeat skipped at the thought of a challenge. This wasn’t just a surprise. This was a threat. And one he wasn’t prepared for.
Silas was the oldest of them all, the one who should have been Alpha by birthright. I could see it in the way Damian’s jaw tightened, the subtle shift of his posture. Deep down, he knew. He knew that Silas could have claimed everything, and the fact that he hadn’t—it was nothing short of a miracle for Damian.
But it wasn’t just about the birthright. It was about power, about bloodlines and legacies. I didn’t ha
