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Aiden stood from his chair, his chest still rising and falling heavily. He picked up his laptop from the floor, his jaw tightening as his eyes fell on the shattered table. A deep breath left him, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging inside.
He dragged out a smaller table, placed the laptop on it, and opened the surveillance footage that had been sent earlier. James hovered nearby, arms folded, but his eyes alert.
The screen showed Cassia’s car pulling into the apartment. Aiden’s eyes softened briefly, his gaze tracing every frame as if seeing her again. Then another car, a sleek black van had appeared. His body stiffened. He paused the video instantly and zoomed in on the plate.
“James.” His voice was clipped, dangerous. “The number’s clear. Screenshot it.”
James leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “This van… it looks familiar.”
“Really?” Aiden’s stare snapped to him, hungry for answers.
James nodded slowly, brows furrowed. “Yeah. I just can’t place where I’ve seen it.”
Aiden turned back to the screen, jaw tight. He hit play. A man stepped out, black shirt, black trousers, dark shades. His features weren’t fully visible, but his straight jet-black hair caught the light.
“Pause.” James’s voice was low. Aiden froze the frame.
They zoomed in, both men staring hard at the pixelated face.
“This guy looks familiar,” they said in unison, then exchanged a heavy look.
“Do you remember where?” Aiden asked.
James shook his head. “No. And that makes it worse.”
Aiden replayed the clip. The man dragged out a gallon of fuel, poured it around the property, then lit a match. Flames erupted, and Aiden’s entire body bristled. His wolf snarled, rage rippling through him. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale.
Then the man pulled out a smaller bottle, stuffed a cloth inside, lit it, and hurled it into the mansion.
Aiden’s growl filled the study, low and guttural. His entire frame trembled with fury.
“That’s our guy,” James muttered, pointing to the screen.
Aiden’s nostrils flared. His voice was cold steel. “Trace him. If we can’t identify his face, find the van. Whoever he is, he doesn’t live another day after daring to hurt her.” His chest rose, raw obsession burning in his gaze.
James closed the system, lips pressed tight. “I’ll send it to our people.”
Aiden stood abruptly, heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” James called after him.
Aiden’s hand lingered on the doorknob. “For a run.” His voice was rough, like gravel.
James’s eyes fell to Aiden’s bloodied knuckles, already half-healed. He wanted to remind him to clean there was no point. The wound was already healing by itself.
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When Aiden walked out, the silence that followed was heavy. James raked a hand down his face and looked at the wrecked desk. Another piece of furniture destroyed by Aiden’s torment.
But James’s thoughts drifted elsewhere, to Arthur. To those familiar features, so hauntingly close to Aiden’s own. Doubt gnawed at him. If Arthur isn’t Aiden’s son… then why does he look like his mirror? He knew only one way to prove it was a DNA test. But the timing wasn’t right. Not yet. Stirring that truth could ignite a war and he didn’t want that.
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Damien dropped his jacket on the couch, exhaustion tugging at his limbs. His mind replayed the conversation he’d had at the hospital. Doctor Erik Williams, the one who had prescribed Seraphina’s syringe wasn’t even in the hospital system anymore. According to a nurse friend, he’d left that afternoon, claiming an “emergency.” Too convenient.
Damien rubbed his face, tension heavy in his chest. He’d already sent the syringe to the lab for analysis, but something told him this was bigger. Too precise. Too staged.
As he moved toward the guest room, he froze at the sound of wheels scraping against the floor. His father was rolling his chair toward him.
“Dad,” Damien muttered, surprised. “Why are you awake? You should be resting.”
“I was waiting for you,” Beta Kael replied smoothly.
Damien’s brows furrowed. Waiting for him? That wasn’t his father’s habit. “Well, I’m back. Go to bed.”
But Kael’s voice stopped him cold. “I heard you went to the hospital today. Looking for Doctor Erik Williams.”
Damien stiffened, turning sharply. “How do you know that? Are you spying on me now?”
Kael gave a thin smile. “Spying? No. I’m the Beta of this pack. News travels to me faster than you think. If it’s about the syringe and…”
“Bullshit.” Damien’s tone was sharp as he cut his father off. “Earlier, you lied. You told me Seraphina prescribed the syringe herself. But it was you…you brought that doctor. He gave her something, and it’s killing her slowly. Just Admit it.”
For a moment, nervousness flickered in Kael’s eyes before he smoothed it over. “Are you accusing your own father of attempted murder?”
“I don’t know what to call it anymore.” Damien’s voice cracked with restrained fury. “You say you’re my father, but do I even know who you are? Earlier you talked about wanting the Alpha’s position, like Seraphina’s death would be your chance to take her position.” His jaw locked. “I don’t recognize you anymore, dad.”
Kael chuckled darkly, though his eyes gleamed. “And yet, I’m still your father.”
Damien exhaled, tired of the poisonous words and unending lies. “Just go to bed.”
He turned away, frustration boiling inside.
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Images flashed in his mind, his father standing earlier, before collapsing again. Kael’s lineage were the ancient wolves, stronger than most Alphas and they healed so fast even than most Alphas does. He wondered why his father wasn’t healing. Damien’s gut twisted. Was his father pretending all along? Manipulating his weakness to drag him back here?
Damien clenched his teeth. The thought left a bitter taste. He didn’t know what to believe anymore. He climbed the stairs toward his room, each step heavier than the last.
He wished Cassia was here. Her presence alone would have eased this storm. Just seeing her and hearing her voice would have given him peace.
But instead, all he had was suspicion, betrayal, and a father he no longer knew.
TBC
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