The air around them was thick with tension, the remnants of his fury still crackling in the atmosphere. His golden eyes remained locked on Kylian, wide and innocent in Olivia’s arms, but there was no mistaking the truth. He was his child.
His son.
A mix of emotions surged through Asher, hitting him like a tsunami. Rage coursed through his veins. Betrayal stung deep. But beneath the anger, beneath the hurt, there was something even stronger—an overwhelming sense of love. His wolf howled within him, recognising the connection instantly, its instincts flaring to life.
Asher’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the anger swirling inside him. His gaze shifted from Kylian to Olivia, who was clutching the child close, her body tense, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
