Alpha Lucien’s POV
“You’re a bad father,” Damian said. His voice was cold, sharp, like a blade slicing through years of silence.
I froze.
The words hit harder than any physical blow. My breath caught in my chest, and for a long moment, I couldn’t find the strength to speak. Damian stood in front of me, he was alive, flesh and bone, not a ghost or some hallucination, but real.
He wasn’t supposed to be here.
He wasn’t supposed to be alive.
I had buried him in my mind years ago, locked him away behind regrets and excuses. I tried to erase that part of my life. Tried to move on. But now, all those memories came flooding back. The weight of the past I thought I had escaped suddenly bore down on me again.
When Kael disappeared and a rogue whispered his name, Damian, I told myself it was
