Chapter 426
Chapter 426:
I abruptly planted my palms against his rock-hard chest and shoved myself backward, breaking the iron cage of his arms. I couldn’t meet his intense, dark gaze. Instead, I locked my eyes onto the cold, reflective marble floor. His scent of rosemary and rain clung to my clothes, burning my skin like a brand.
Grant didn’t force me back. He simply offered a silent, calculating nod toward the heavy door of the VIP suite, allowing me a moment to breathe before we stepped inside.
The room looked more like a luxury hotel than a hospital, save for the sterile medical equipment surrounding the massive bed. Jaxon lay there, pale and fragile against the pristine white sheets.
A Pack Doctor was adjusting the monitors. As I hovered near the bed, my chest aching with an unnatural, consuming grief, I felt the doctor’s eyes linger on me a fraction too long. Suspicion radiated from him.
Instantly, Grant closed the distance between us. His large, heavy hand clamped down on my shoulder — a clear, territorial warning.
“My Mate and I would like a moment alone with our son,” Grant said, his voice a smooth, authoritative rumble that left no room for debate.
The word Mate struck me like a physical blow. My entire body went rigid. In the werewolf world, that word was sacred — a symbol of eternal soul-binding. Hearing it fall from his lips as a calculated lie felt like the ultimate violation.
I opened my mouth to object, but the doctor simply bowed his head, accepting the Alpha’s absolute narrative without question, and slipped out of the room.
The heavy door clicked shut.
I immediately wrenched my shoulder out of his grip. “How dare you?” I hissed, my voice trembling with raw fury. “You have no right to use that word p>
𝘙e𝘢𝘥 wi𝗍ho𝘶𝘵 іn𝘵e𝗋𝗋𝘶𝗉𝘵𝗂𝗼ո𝘀 о𝘯
Grant’s expression remained terrifyingly calm, his Lycan Inner Wolf entirely in control. “In the political arena of the Pack, a Lycan pup without a Luna’s protection is a symbol of unstable bloodlines,” he stated coldly. “He becomes the perfect target for my enemies. That lie protects Jaxon p>
I stared at him, suffocating under the weight of his ruthless logic. I hated the cold, political machinery of his world, but I couldn’t argue against a pup’s safety. My anger hit a brick wall, leaving me in a tense, agonizing silence.
A weak whimper broke the heavy air.
Jaxon’s eyes fluttered open. He looked exhausted, his small chest rising and falling with effort. He reached out, his tiny fingers weakly grasping my sleeve while his other hand tugged at Grant’s ruined suit jacket.
“Please don’t be mad,” Jaxon rasped softly. “Your yucky scents… they make my chest hurt p>
My righteous fury evaporated, instantly replaced by a crushing avalanche of maternal guilt. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, my hands gently hovering over him. Grant knelt on the opposite side. Without hesitation, he reached across the mattress and covered my trembling hand with his massive palm. His dark eyes locked onto mine, issuing a silent, unbreakable command to stay still for the boy.