My Alpha Hid Our Son for 12 Years… Now I’m the Royal Healer He Lost Chapter 11

My Alpha Hid Our Son for 12 Years… Now I’m the Royal Healer He Lost Chapter 11

[Elara’s POV]

Kael stayed in Avaloria. But he never dared appear before me again.

The truth I’d shown him at the café hadn’t only shattered his pride. It had shattered his courage to face me.

He became a ghost lingering at the edges of my life.

Every morning, as I drove to the Royal Lycan Academy for my advanced studies, a black Maybach followed at a respectful distance.

Always two hundred meters behind. Never closer.

Every evening, gifts appeared outside my apartment like clockwork.

Fresh herbs imported from the Northern Mountains. A limited-edition training sword Rowan had once desperately wanted. Even an ancient medical manuscript that had long been impossible to find.

He was trying to fill the twelve-year void he’d created.

But I was busy. Busier than I’d ever been.

After leaving the suffocating confines of the Silvercrest Pack, I finally discovered how vast the world truly was for a Master Healer.

My days were filled with researching ancient healing runes. Studying royal medical arts. Working alongside the finest healers on the continent.

And sometimes, sharing dinner with Duke Lucien Valmont.

A noble Lycan who was elegant, witty and unfailingly respectful.

“Your former mate brought gifts again.”

Lucien sat across from me, calmly cutting into his steak.

A hint of amusement flickered across his face as he glanced out the rain-covered window.

Outside, a heavy storm poured over the city.

The familiar black Maybach remained parked beneath the streetlamp.

Kael sat alone inside.

Watching me laugh with Lucien. Watching us eat together.

I could feel the Alpha pheromones leaking from him even through the rain.

Jealous. Agonized. Desperately restrained.

The Kael from years ago would have stormed inside. Flipped the table. Demanded an explanation.

This Kael could only watch.

Watch me smile at another man. Watch me live the life that should have been mine all along.

For an Alpha who had always demanded control, there could be no crueler punishment.

“Don’t worry about him.” I smiled faintly.

“Rowan’s combat instructor has been looking for another sparring partner. If Kael enjoys standing in the rain pretending to be our bodyguard, he’s free to volunteer.”

Lucien laughed.

The following day, a legal team from the Silvercrest Pack arrived.

They carried a stack of documents more than a hundred pages thick.

Kael was transferring sixty percent of his personal assets, three rare spirit-crystal mines, and every inheritance right belonging to the future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack to Rowan.

Tucked inside the final folder was a handwritten letter.

The bold handwriting I once knew had become uneven. Almost desperate.

I have no right to teach him. This isn’t a bargain. It’s repayment.

—Kael

I never played the forgiving woman. I simply signed.

This wasn’t a gift. It was a debt.

A debt owed for twelve years of neglect. For a childhood scarred beyond repair.

I accepted the assets. I accepted the mines. I accepted the inheritance that rightfully belonged to Rowan.

The only thing I refused to accept was the man waiting outside my door.

My hatred for Kael had long since disappeared.

Hatred still required emotion. He no longer deserved any of mine.

To me, he had become no different from a stone lying beside the road.

Someone I happened to know. Someone connected to Rowan only by blood.

Nothing more.

An invisible wall surrounded my heart.

I could see him. I could hear him. But I could no longer feel anything for him.

Three years later.

The night breeze drifted gently across the terrace of Valmont Palace.

Rowan had grown much taller.

The timid little boy from years ago had become the brightest star of the Royal Lycan Academy.

His eyes were clear. No trace of darkness remained.

“Mom.”

Rowan walked over carrying a cloak.

He carefully draped it across my shoulders. Then pointed toward the distant edge of the forest.

A pair of golden eyes glowed beneath the trees.

Kael.

For three years, every full moon, he had stood watch there.

A silent wolf keeping vigil through the night. Guarding us from afar.

Never crossing the Royal Court’s borders. Never asking for anything.

“He hasn’t moved all night.”

Rowan’s voice was calm. Almost indifferent.

“It’s starting to snow.” He hesitated.

“Should we invite him in for a cup of hot tea?”

I followed his gaze.

Snowflakes drifted down. Settling across the lone wolf’s shoulders.

He looked cold. Lonely. Pathetic.

I simply pulled my cloak a little tighter.

“There’s no need, Rowan.”

I turned away.

Above us, the full moon shone brilliantly across the night sky.

Pure. Radiant. Complete.

It needed no one beside it to light the world.

I smiled gently and brushed a few snowflakes from Rowan’s hair.

My voice was soft. Yet as final as winter itself.

“It doesn’t matter how long a wolf howls at the moon.”

“The moon never howls back.”