Sorry, Alpha. You’re Not His Dad Anymore Chapter 08

Sorry, Alpha. You’re Not His Dad Anymore Chapter 08

ter the hearing, Celeste’s lies were exposed as well.

Marcus, the rogue werewolf who had supposedly abandoned her, had never left.

The two of them had remained in secret contact. They had also used the medical access Damian

gave Celeste to smuggle suppressants, planning to sell them to underground packs along the

border.

The news reached the North while I was conducting the final inspection of the emergency center.

Damian sent me a long explanation.

He listed every letter and record Celeste had forged. He also said the baby girl would be raised by

her grandmother and wouldn’t be punished for her mother’s crimes.

At the end, he wrote that Celeste had been deceiving him from the day she returned to Blackthorn.

I didn’t reply.

Celeste had lied to him.

But she hadn’t forced him to hide me for 6 years. She hadn’t made him punish his own son by

ordering him to say “Alpha” 100 times. And she hadn’t left Theo waiting endlessly in hospital.

Blaming everything on a lie was simply another way to run from responsibility.

3 days later, I received confirmation that Damian had withdrawn his appeal.

There were no conditions.

No request for visitation.

Not even a demand that I wait for him.

His attached letter contained only two lines.

She lied to me, but hurting both of you was my own choice. I won’t challenge Theo’s decision again.

Love shouldn’t have to prove itself through imprisonment.

For the first time, Damian didn’t expect me to take responsibility for his pain.

I filed the document away. I didn’t tear it up, and I didn’t forgive him.

A month later, the Northern Medical Center officially opened. Patients from 12 packs packed the

lobby.

I operated for 9 hours straight.

When I left the operating room, Rowan was leaning against the wall, blood soaking the ceremonial

coat at his side.

“You’re hurt?”

“Just a small cut.”

I yanked his coat open.

A length of silver blade was lodged beneath his ribs.

“You call this small?”

Every guard nearby retreated in unison.

Rowan was a Lycan King who could tear an adult werewolf apart with his bare hands and force over a dozen Alphas to bow at once.

Yet when I pushed him onto a treatment bed, he obediently unbuttoned his shirt.

“Alpha.” I took hold of the silver blade with my forceps. “This will hurt.”

“I can take it.”

“Then you’d better take it quietly.”

The instant I pulled the blade free, his wolf growled, and its overwhelming power flooded the

treatment roo

Lyla was not afraid.

She moved quietly toward that power, as though investigating a dangerous presence that had

never once tried to force her.

Rowan felt my claws press into his skin and immediately held his breath.

“Do you need me to pull away?”

That question again.

I looked up into his silver eyes.

“No.”

The air turned scorching hot.

Still, he didn’t touch me.

So I leaned down and kissed him.