Chapter Four: He Has Your Eyes
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Lyra
The next morning arrived far too soon.
I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Kael’s voice echoed in my mind all night—raw, low, confused.
He knew something.
I could feel it in the way the bond pulled taut like an invisible leash between us. It had frayed when he rejected me, but it never fully snapped. Not for me. And clearly, not for him either.
I watched my son as he finished his breakfast, cheeks puffed with food, eyes lit with curiosity.
“Can we go outside, Mama?”
I smiled softly, brushing his curls away from his forehead. “Just for a little while. We’ll stay close.”
He nodded, grabbing his worn little hoodie and slipping his tiny hand into mine. As we stepped outside, the morning air hit my skin like a memory. It smelled of pine, dew, and distant heartbreak.
The Blood Moon Pack lands hadn’t changed. But I had.
I didn’t belong here anymore. And yet, I was back.
For him. For closure.
Maybe… for justice.
“Mama, someone’s coming,” my son whispered, tugging at my hand.
I turned—and froze.
Kael stood a few feet away, arms crossed, shirt sleeves rolled up, eyes locked on my child.
No words.
Just stillness.
His gaze dropped, slowly, and his expression shifted from confusion… to something else entirely.
Recognition.
I could almost hear his heartbeat. Or maybe it was mine thundering in my ears.
“What’s his name?” he asked, voice low, strained.
I narrowed my eyes. “That’s none of your concern.”
His gaze snapped to mine. “He has my eyes, Lyra.”
I said nothing.
What was there to say? The truth was already burning in the air between us, undeniable.
Kael stepped forward, but I instinctively stepped back, placing a hand on my son’s shoulder.
“He’s mine,” he growled, his wolf slipping through his voice.
I looked him dead in the eye.
“No. He’s mine. You don’t get to reject me and then claim him like a prize.”
He flinched—just slightly—but I saw it. Felt it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, almost broken.
“Because you made your choice. And I made mine.”
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Kael
There was no denying it now.
The boy was mine.
My scent… my blood… my eyes. The same shade of blue that only Alpha males in my bloodline carried.
He was my heir.
And she kept him from me.
I should’ve been furious. I should’ve commanded her to answer, demanded obedience. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure I had the right.
Because once, I threw her away like she meant nothing.
And now… she was everything I’d ever wanted.
My wolf paced inside me, howling. Not just for her.
For him.
“I won’t take him,” I said quietly. “But I want to know him.”
Lyra’s chin lifted defiantly. “You don’t get to want anything.”
Then she turned and walked away.
But I didn’t miss the way her fingers trembled.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.
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