Alpha Damien
As my son Elijah sat before me, I could sense the weight of secrets unspoken. His eyes, a mirror of my own, darted around the room, avoiding my gaze.
"Elijah, we need to talk," I began, my voice firm but measured. "I know you've been meeting with Luna Sandra. What is she promising you, son?"
Elijah's expression turned guarded, his jaw clenched. "Father, I—"
"No, Elijah," I interrupted, my voice firm. "Don't lie to me. I know you too well. You're hiding something, and I aim to find out what that is."
The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. I could feel the struggle within him, the desire to reveal the truth warring with the fear of consequences.
"Elijah, as your Alpha and your father, I demand the truth," I said, my voice unwavering. "What
