Daemon's POV
I stood by the window, staring out into the vast forest that bordered the pack’s territory. The dark expanse of trees mirrored the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my head. Three years. Three damn years, and I hadn’t known about my own son.
“Alpha Daemon.”
I didn’t turn as Andres, my beta, entered the room. He always knew when something was eating away at me. We’d known each other long enough for him to sense the shift in my mood before I even said a word.
“Why are you treating her like this?” Andres asked bluntly, standing at a respectful distance. “She’s not just any prisoner, Daemon. Amira is your fated mate.”
I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. Fated mate. The words felt like poison in my mouth. “I know who she is, Andres. Don’t you think I’m
