The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane)

Chapter 142

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I tried to shake my head, but his grip on my jaw tightened, sending sharp pain through my face. It felt like he was moments away from breaking it.

"Don't do this," I pleaded, my voice strained. "Where will my parents go?"

He released me with a dark, humorless laugh. His expression was wild, almost unhinged, like a completely different person had taken over him.

This wasn't the same man I had married. Back then, he had always been dangerous-but now, he looked far worse. It was as if the truth had broken him. He'd been composed before he learned it, but after... this was what he had become.

Kane took another sip of his drink and turned his back to me. I stood frozen, staring at the scars on his back. One of them, just below his shoulder, was a mark I had left during a fight in the forest when he had been trying to help me. The memory filled me with guilt, though I wouldn't dare voice it.

He moved to the bed and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. Setting his glass down on the nightstand, he pulled one out, lit it, and took a long drag. The faint smell of smoke filled the room as he turned to face me again.

"So," he began, his voice low, "you're an Alpha. All this time, you played the role of a weak Omega. I have to admit-I'm impressed by your acting skills.'

I said nothing, keeping my gaze locked on him. The war was over, and he had won. There was nothing left for me to say. He held all the power now.

When he realized I wasn't going to respond, his expression darkened further. His eyes glinted with irritation, and the silence between us grew heavier. Finally, I broke it.

"I'm sorry," I said softly, looking away. "I misunderstood you during the war. I thought you had declared war against us. I thought-"

"So you were ready to kill me?" he cut in sharply.

His words forced me to look at him again. I shook my head firmly. "It wasn't my decision. I thought you were trying to kill my brother."

"And you chose your brother over me." His tone was cold, sharp as a blade.

I frowned, my frustration rising. "Of course I did! I will always choose my family over you. Why would I pick you over them? Who are you to me? No one. So don't expect me to change my mind."

The anger I had been holding back broke free, spilling out in harsh words. But as soon as I saw his eyes flash red with fury, I realized I had gone too far. I had said more than I should have.

In an instant, he closed the distance between us and grabbed me by the neck. My breath caught as his hand tightened, cutting off my air supply. His cigarette fell to the floor, forgotten, as he leaned closer, his face mere inches from mine.

"How dare you speak to your head Alpha like that?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Maybe you don't know the full story of what happened during the war. While your brother feared for his life, he submitted to me. He begged me to spare him and his pack. And yet, you have the gall to talk to me like this?" Even through the pain in my throat, I glared at him. "My brother would never beg to save his life," I 11:22

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croaked. "If he were a coward, he wouldn't have gone to war in the first place."

Kane's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Still so arrogant?" he muttered, his voice dark. "Do I need to break that pride again?"

He leaned in closer, his grip tightening. My throat burned, and I could feel my strength slipping away. Was he really going to kill me? I couldn't entirely blame him-I had tried to kill him during the war. Perhaps this was his way of exacting justice.

"There's one thing I never forgive," he said, his voice a low growl. "And that's betrayal. For all these ye ars, you've been traitor to me, Selene Hawthorne. How could you lie to me about my children?"

His words hit me like a blow. I knew exactly what he meant, but before I could respond, I felt something warm and wet on my neck. Blood. The wound on my neck, which had yet to heal completely, had reopened. Kane had been the one to save me from the poison in that wound, and now it was bleeding again.

"You lied to me about my children," he repeated, his voice trembling with rage. "How could you?" Desperation surged through me as I struggled to break free. My eyes turned blue, a sign of my growing anger and fear. Summoning my strength, I pushed hard against his chest. His body jerked back as pain flashed across his face-the pressure had hit one of his wounds.

He let go of my neck, and I staggered back, coughing and gasping for air. My hands instinctively reached for my throat, which ached from his grip.

After a moment, I looked back at him, my breathing still uneven. I glared at him, my voice filled with defiance.

"They're only my children," I growled.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his next words shook me to my very core.

"You don't deserve to stay with them," he said coldly. "From now on, they'll live with me. With their father." 71.0%