His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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"So, Doris," Nathan began, his voice slow and deliberate. "Why do you insist on not letting Cyrus identify with me?"

My breath caught in my throat. It was as though Nathan had struck the exact chord of fear I was trying to hide. He was pretending to know everything-I could see it in the way he was playing his words carefully, his tone deliberately calm. But did he really know? Or was this some calculated bluff? I had no way of knowing, and that uncertainty only made the panic inside me swell.

Nathan's pack was powerful, one of the most resourceful and well-connected in the entire region. Their intelligence network was vast, and if anyone could dig into secrets-especially the kind the medical organization dealt with-it would be him. The mere thought sent a chill through me.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you talking about, Nathan?" I tried to sound dismissive, feigning ignorance, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me. Nathan saw it, and a small, almost satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You don't need to pretend with me, Doris," he said softly, taking a step closer. "I've put the pieces together. You've been hiding something big, and it's clear now. Why won't you let Cyrus know the truth?"

His words hung heavily between us, and I felt my pulse quicken. He was pressing me, playing his hand perfectly. But how much did he actually know? I wasn't sure, and that uncertainty gnawed at me. Nathan's eyes didn't leave mine for a second. He was searching for any sign of confirmation, and I had to be careful. He could see the panic in me, and the more he sensed it, the more certain he became.

"I just want to meet him, Doris," Nathan said, his tone softening suddenly,

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surprising me. "I just want to talk to him. That's all."

now, no longer aggressive but gentle, coaxing me into agreeing. He

heat of his body, and his scent filled

my wolf,

growled. I hate his scent. I

couldn't let my guard down, not with Nathan standing so close,

gentle, as if this were a reasonable request. "You know, Doris, in a way, I'm like your brother," he said softly, his eyes still locked on mine. "We've shared

through me, and for a moment, the memories of the life we once had together surfaced. But I quickly shoved

deeper into the truth. His pack had the resources, and I

quiet but firm. "You can meet him. But only once,

smile appeared. He had gotten what he wanted. "That's all I ask," he said, stepping back slightly, giving me room to breathe again. But before

The tension was still thick in the air as I turned and walked back toward the bar where

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was that all about?" Vesta asked,

her. My mind was spinning with everything Nathan had said.

my own thoughts, let alone explain them to someone else.

up Cyrus and left quickly, eager to