Dane’s POV
My chest was still burning as I watched Hailee disappear with the boy. My boy. I could feel it deep in my bones, in my wolf’s restless growl. Slowly, I turned to Nathan. My voice came out rough, trembling with rage.
"So you found her," I said, my eyes locked on his. "She’s here, in your pack. And you didn’t think to tell me? Even after knowing how I’ve been searching for her all these years?"
Nathan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. He turned, his broad shoulders stiff as he walked back toward the packhouse. I followed, my boots striking the ground with sharp steps.
"Don’t you dare ignore me, Nathan! Why didn’t you inform me?" I barked.
He pushed into his office, but I was right behind him. The door slammed shut, the air suffocating with tension.
"Where did you find her?" I demanded, my voice echoing against the walls. "Tell me—did she come to you herself? Did you drag her here? Where has she been hiding all this time?"
Still, he said nothing. He just stood by the window, his back to me, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Answer me!" I roared. "If Hailee has triplets—then they are mine. They’re mine, Nathan. My wolf knows it!" My voice cracked, pain bleeding through the anger. "Where are the other kids? Where are they?"
Silence.
For a long, heavy moment, Nathan didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Then, finally, he responded.
"Dane," he said without turning around to face me. "You are married."
The words struck like lightning, slamming me back into the reality I’d been trying to push away. My chest heaved, and my hands trembled.
"And so fucking what!" I spat, my voice ripping out of me like a roar.
Nathan finally turned, his eyes burning into mine. His voice was low and cold, but carried the weight of thunder.
"Let Hailee go, Dane. Leave her be. She’s not yours anymore."
"Never!" I snapped, stepping closer, my wolf clawing at my skin. "I’ll never let her go. Not Hailee. Not my sons. I’ll divorce my wife this instant if I have to, but I’m not walking away from her again." My chest heaved as I slammed my hand against his desk. "Where are they, Nathan? Where are my sons?"
Something snapped in his eyes—anger, raw and unrestrained. His voice came out like a growl, shaking the room.
"Ten years ago, I was soft," he snarled. "That’s why I let you and Callum share her with me. That’s why I held my wolf back. But not now. Not anymore."
He took a step forward, the power of his Alpha flooding the room. His jaw clenched, his hands trembling as his beast pressed against the surface.
"I am never sharing her again, Dane. Never. Not with you. Not with anyone."
My throat tightened, my wolf snarling back at him, ready to fight.
"And for the other boys..." he added, his frown deepening. "I don’t know what the truth is yet. But my wolf already claimed Oscar. He is mine. And I’ll protect him—and Hailee—against anyone who dares to take them from me. Even you."
My wolf howled in defiance, my fists curling so hard my nails dug into my skin. "I want to see them," I demanded.
"Oscar," he said, his voice lower now. "You’re here."
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