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Chapter 191 

FAYE 

The meeting had dragged on longer than I thought it would. By the time the boys and their parents were seated across from Alexander’s desk, the tension in the room was thick enough to slice through. 

I stayed off to the side, keeping my hands folded neatly in my lap, silently observing while Alexander handled things in his usual way. 

The parents had started by apologizing profusely-bowing, pleading, offering to pay for the damages done to the training grounds. But Alexander wasn’t interested in repayment. His tone was calm, clipped, controlled-the kind that left no room for argument. 

“This isn’t just about the damages,” he said firmly. “It’s about their lack of discipline. You can’t buy back respect or responsibility.” 

The two teenage wolves kept their eyes down, shoulders hunched, their bodies still stiff from healing injuries. I could feel Alexander’s irritation radiating through the room like heat, but even then, he never once raised his voice. That was the thing about him-when he was angry, 

he didn’t need to shout. The silence that followed his words was louder than any roar. 

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. “You two thought you were proving something by fighting like that? That’s unacceptable. The both of you will learn what strength really means while serving this pack.” 

He outlined their punishment slowly, deliberately, making sure every word sank in. “Starting tomorrow, you’ll both be under my supervision. You’ll live in the Alpha’s wing for the next few weeks until I’m satisfied you’ve learned some control. You’ll help with daily chores, assist the teams in repairing the damage you caused, and attend every morning training-whether you’re exhausted or not. You’ll report directly to me every evening.” 

The boys’ eyes widened at that, but neither dared protest. Their parents exchanged uneasy glances, but even they knew better than to argue. 

I sat quietly through it all, not because I didn’t care, but because there wasn’t much for me to add. My role as Luna in situations like this was mostly symbolic-to be present, to observe, to lend my voice if need be. But still, I found myself watching him more than I should have. 

I knew he was upset, especially about the reason behind the fight. The rumor about a “true alpha” coming had clearly hit him harder than he let on. I saw it in the faint tightness around his jaw when one of the parents mentioned it. 

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Yet even with that sting sitting heavy inside him, he didn’t take it out on them. He didn’t lash out or punish them in anger. Instead, he guided, corrected. That, to me, was strength-the kind that came from self-control, not dominance. And as strange as it sounded, watching him in that moment… I saw a glimpse of something softer, something almost fatherly. 

When the boys and their parents left, the room finally exhaled. Alexander leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. I waited a moment before speaking. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked gently. 

He glanced up, and the corners of his lips lifted into a small, tired smile. “Like I just adopted two teenage boys who are about to test every ounce of my patience.” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So you’re mentoring them now?” 

“Discipline and anger management,” he said, chuckling under his breath. “The irony isn’t lost 

on me.” 

That made me laugh harder, the sound echoing softly in the quiet office. “You’re not that bad at it, though,” I said between giggles. 

“Oh, please,” he replied dryly, but there was a warmth behind his tone that softened his words. 

I hesitated for a moment, watching him as the laughter died down. Something in me-maybe the nerves I’d been fighting all day-decided to test the waters a little. I leaned forward slightly, smiling playfully. 

“Well,” I said, “you could think of it as practice.” 

He arched a brow. “Practice for what?” 

“For being a father,” I teased lightly, trying to sound casual. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll need it someday.” 

He chuckled-a low, genuine sound that made my heart flutter despite myself. He leaned back, crossing his arms, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Hopefully,” he said, “mine don’t end up with hot heads like those two. I’d give up on day one.” 

I smiled, but before I could stop myself, my hand moved instinctively to my belly. It wasn’t even a conscious gesture-it just happened. A simple, small motion. 

His eyes followed the movement immediately. “Hey,” he said, his voice softening. “You okay? 

I blinked and looked up. “What?” 

He nodded toward my hand. “Your stomach. Are you alright?” 

“Oh.” I forced a little smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.” 

He studied me for a moment longer, then nodded, leaning back again, seemingly satisfied. 

And that was when I realized it-his reaction to the idea of having kids wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was… kind of sweet. There wasn’t fear in his tone or annoyance-just that light humor, that hint of curiosity he always had when something unexpected crossed his mind. 

A slow, uncertain warmth crept into my chest. Maybe this was the right time after all. Maybe 

I didn’t have to be so scared. 

I bit my bottom lip, heart racing as I looked at him across the desk. My fingers tightened around the folded test result I’d been carrying all day. This was it. Before I could talk myself out of it again, I rose from my seat and walked closer. 

“Alexander,” I said quietly. 

He looked up at me, curious. 

I hesitated for only a second before extending the paper toward him. 

He frowned slightly, reaching for it. 

My heart pounded so hard it almost drowned out the sound of my voice when I said, “I think you should see this.”