“You’re tall,” Leo said bluntly.
Xavier blinked once.Then he laughed.“I like him.”Giovanni’s voice turned colder.“You didn’t come here to compliment my son.”“No,” Xavier admitted.His dark eyes settled on her.“I came to speak to Giovanni.”
Leo frowned.
“My mom’s name is”“Leo,” Giovanni interrupted gently.The boy looked at her.“Can you give us a minute?”He studied her face carefully before nodding and sliding off the bed.“I’ll go find the courtyard again.”Giovanni waited until the door closed behind him.Then she stood slowly.
“What do you want?”
Xavier’s expression shifted from playful to sharp.“I know it’s you.”Giovanni didn’t react.“Your disguise is excellent,” he continued. “The scent suppressants. The new identity. The surgical reputation.”He stepped closer.
“But I always paid more attention than Russell did.”Silence stretched between them.Finally Giovanni spoke.“And what exactly do you plan to do with that knowledge?”Xavier’s smile returned.“That depends on you.”He leaned against the desk, lowering his voice.
“You want justice.”
Giovanni’s eyes hardened.“For what Russell did to you.”The words landed with quiet weight.“You overheard him,” Xavier continued softly. “Calling you a biological necessity. Planning to exile you once the heir was born.”Giovanni’s fingers tightened slightly.
Old anger stirred beneath her calm.
“And you think you understand my motives?” she asked.“I understand ambition,” Xavier replied.He tilted his head slightly.“Russell’s empire is strong. But not unbreakable.”Giovanni watched him carefully.“And your role in this fantasy?”
Xavier’s eyes glinted.“I help you take it apart.”The proposal hung in the air like a blade.“Russell took everything from you,” Xavier continued. “Your life. Your freedom. Your future.”His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I can help you take everything from him.”
Giovanni studied his face for several long seconds.“You’re forgetting something.”“Oh?”Her lips curved faintly.“I already took the most important thing.”Xavier’s eyes flicked toward the door Leo had exited through.
The heir.“Yes,” he said slowly.“And now Russell knows.”He straightened.“You should be careful, Giovanni.”She met his gaze calmly.“I always am.”
In the courtyard outside, Leo chased his ball across the stone path.Russell watched from the far archway.The boy moved like a young wolf cub discovering the world.Fast.Fearless.Alive.Something deep inside Russell twisted painfully.
Five years.He had missed five years of this.Leo suddenly stopped and noticed him watching.“You’re the Alpha,” the boy said.Russell stepped forward slowly.
“Yes.”
Leo tilted his head.“You look serious.”Russell almost laughed.“I usually am.”The boy thought about that.“My mom says serious people forget how to smile.”Russell crouched down slightly.“Your mother says many things.”Leo studied his face.
“You’re staring at me a lot.”Russell didn’t deny it.“Because you’re important.”Leo shrugged.“I’m just Leo.”Russell’s chest tightened.Not just Leo.His son.His blood.His future.And this time, Russell Van-Doren would not lose him.Not to distance.Not to secrets.
And certainly not to the woman who thought she could escape him forever.Because the moment Giovanni stepped back onto his territory…The game between them had changed forever.
The Van-Doren estate had always been a place of order.Every guard knew their patrol routes. Every servant understood their role. Every wolf within the territory moved beneath the unspoken law of the Alpha’s will.But that order had begun to fracture.Not loudly.
Not in ways that could easily be seen.But subtly like tension beneath the surface of still water.Because Giovanni was back.Even if most of the pack knew her only as Dr. Dimitri Kove.
Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the guest suite as Giovanni stood near the mirror fastening the final button of her coat.Her reflection looked calm.
Collected.Professional.The same woman the world recognized as the brilliant surgeon who could repair wolf physiology that no other doctor understood.But beneath the calm surface, her mind moved constantly.
Observing.Calculating.Planning.
The estate had not changed as much as she expected.The same guards patrolled the halls. The same old stone walls carried the scent of dominance and hierarchy. The same quiet fear lingered among the lower-ranking wolves.
Only Russell had changed.
Or perhaps he had simply become more honest about what he was.A ghost ruling an empire built on power.Behind her, Leo sat at the table eating breakfast while reading a thick book about cellular regeneration.
“Mom,” he said suddenly, “did you know wolves can regrow nerve connections faster during shifts?”Giovanni glanced at the page.“Yes.”Leo grinned.“That’s amazing.”She softened slightly.
“You’ll understand even more when you’re older.”He looked up thoughtfully.“Are we leaving soon?”Giovanni paused.The question lingered between them.She had planned to leave as soon as Rector stabilized.But that had been before Russell saw Leo.
Before the storm in his eyes.“Soon,” she said finally.Leo nodded and returned to reading.But Giovanni’s instincts whispered a warning.Russell Van-Doren was not a man who allowed anything important to leave his territory.And Leo had just become the most important thing in his world.
Across the estate, Russell stood on the balcony overlooking the training grounds.Below him, wolves sparred in the early morning light, their movements fast and precise.Normally he would have been down there among them.
Today his attention remained elsewhere.Declan, the head of security, approached carefully.“Alpha.”Russell didn’t turn.“The boy,” he said.Declan hesitated.“Yes?”Russell’s voice remained calm.“You verified it.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Declan had already confirmed the truth through blood analysis while Leo slept the previous night.There was no doubt.The child carried pure Van-Doren lineage.Russell closed his eyes briefly.Five years.His heir had lived five years without him.
And the woman responsible stood under his roof pretending to be someone else.His jaw tightened.“She’s not leaving,” Russell said.Declan nodded cautiously.“I assumed as much.”