Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Threats

Dane’s POV

I nodded to the greetings of the staff as I made my way toward the living room.

The moment I arrived inside I met Catherine fuming in the sitting room, waiting for me.

"And where the hell are you coming from, Alpha Dane?" she snapped, rising from her seat.

I sighed, running a tired hand through my hair. "Catherine, not now."

"Oh, it’s now," she shot back, stepping directly into my path. "You’ve been gone since yesterday. You ignored my calls, my mind links, but somehow you had time to respond to your Beta?"

I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t in the mood for this. Not after the last twenty-four hours. "I was at the pack hospital," I said evenly. "And I don’t need your stress right now."

Her eyes widened, then narrowed angrily. "You don’t need my stress? Do you even hear yourself?"

I tried to step past her, but she moved again, blocking me. "You’re not leaving until you tell me where you’ve been and why you look like you’ve seen a ghost."

I exhaled sharply, my patience wearing thin. "Catherine, enough. You want to know the truth? Fine."

Her brows arched, daring me.

I met her gaze. "Just yesterday, I found out I have a son."

The words hit like a thunderclap. For a moment, she just stood there frozen. Then she let out a short, bitter laugh. "You must be joking."

"I’m not," I said quietly. "He’s almost ten. His mother is Hailee."

Her expression changed instantly—disbelief twisting into anger. "Hailee?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You mean that Hailee? The woman you used to talk about like she hung the moon? The one who disappeared and left you broken for years?"

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My silence said enough.

She laughed again, but this time it cracked at the edges. "So now she shows up with a child and expects you to believe it’s yours?"

"I don’t need to believe it," I said, my tone firm. "I know it."

Her face darkened. "Oh, please. Don’t tell me you actually—"

"Yes," I cut in, my voice sharp. "He’s my son. And I don’t care what you think. I’m not turning my back on him."

Catherine’s nostrils flared. "That bastard child is not coming into this house!" she shouted. "Do you hear me? Not now, not ever!"

Something in me snapped.

I turned to her, my voice calm—too calm. "Watch your words."

She stepped closer, fury in every line of her body. "No, you listen. I’ve stood by you for years, Dane. I married you, supported you, and my father handed you this throne because of me. And now you want to throw that away for some bastard child from your past?"

"That ’bastard,’" I growled, "is my blood."

Her hands shook with anger. "You refused to have a child with me! You said the time wasn’t right! And now you’re telling me there’s a ten-year-old out there—your firstborn—who you’re going to bring here? To my house? To sit on my father’s throne someday?"

I stared at her, stunned by the venom in her words. "This isn’t about thrones, Catherine. It’s about a child. My child."

She scoffed. "You think your precious Hailee didn’t plan this? She hid that boy for years, waiting for the right moment to ruin us. And you’re walking right into it."

I took a step closer, my voice dropping low. "Careful."

Catherine folded her arms, chin lifted high like a queen scolding a servant. "You know what, Dane?" she said, her voice filled with anger. "If you bring that boy into this house—if you dare—I’ll divorce you. I’ll marry someone the Council approves of. Someone who actually deserves to be Alpha of this pack."

I froze for a moment. Then a low, humorless laugh escaped my lips. "You’re threatening me now?"

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