LARA
I felt the exact moment something deep inside him clicked into place.
I knew.
Moon Goddess, I knew exactly what he had finally understood.
Matteo’s breath hitched, audible even across the chamber. His golden eyes—Storm’s eyes—widened, the storm inside them fracturing into something raw and devastating. The color drained from his face as the truth slammed into him.
These were his children.
The quadruplets. Conceived during the last days of our happiness, before everything shattered. The heirs he and his pack had demanded so cruelly. The ones he had unknowingly rejected along with me.
A broken sound tore from his throat—half growl, half sob. He took one stumbling step forward, then another, as if pulled by an invisible chain. His massive frame trembled, claws fully retracted now
