The living room was saturated with the palpable tension between us, like a storm on the verge of breaking loose. I stared at Hunter, whose golden eyes glowed with intense anger, as if the wolf within him was about to break through the barriers of the human form. An electric atmosphere hung between us as Hunter's cutting words sliced through the air.
“What did you say?” Hunter growled, his voice resonating like thunder about to explode.
I nodded, feeling the weight of the confession I had made. “Cassian... Dorian... Kane... My children are yours.”
The fury in Hunter's eyes only escalated, transforming his expression into something wild and dangerous. He approached, his presence dominating the surrounding space. A tremor of fear ran down my spine as I faced the storm unfolding before me.
The first crash came when Hunter, with a single powerful motion, tossed the sofa aside, exposing the fierceness of his anger. The room became an improvised battlefield, with furniture hurled like projectiles and the atmosphere pulsating with volatile energy.
“How could you hide this from me?” Hunter roared, his voice echoing like thunder. The coffee table flew through the air in a heated arc, revealing the extent of the fury boiling within him.
I stepped back, my breath caught by the sudden violence of the situation. Hunter advanced, the golden spark in his eyes shining as a warning of his imminent transformation. He hurled the question like a sharp spear.
“How could you hide this from me?” Hunter roared again, his voice reverberating off the walls.
I sighed, trying to maintain composure in the unfolding storm. “Sibyl explained about Luna, about the danger the children would be in if Alastair found out. She said that since you already had a Luna, I couldn't have children, and Alastair might kill them.”
Hunter was incredulous. Once filled with rage, his eyes now reflected a mix of confusion and despair. He didn't fully comprehend the reasons that led me to make that decision.
With a dismissive gesture, he threw another armchair against the wall. “Zora was right about Sibyl. She was a traitor.”
The accusation cut like a knife, but I stood firm. “Sibyl tried to protect me, Hunter, in a way you never would.”
The response earned a scornful look from Hunter. He approached, measuring each word as anger pulsed in his chest. “How dare you say I didn't protect her? I did everything for you, Fierce.”
I approached him, locking eyes. “Do you really think if I had told you, you would have given up everything for me and the children?”
Hunter's expression hardened, but he replied with conviction. “I would have, Fierce. I would have given up everything.”
“No, you wouldn't have.” My words cut through the air, a bitter truth that needed to be spoken.
“If you had trusted me even one percent, you would know I would have given up everything for you and the children,” Hunter declared, his voice echoing through the room.
“I trusted, Hunter, and what happened? You chose Zora as Luna. You chose your duty over us. You betrayed me,” I accused, feeling the pain of betrayal rooted in my words.
“I didn't betray you, Fierce, not like you did to me,” he growled, the tension between us reaching its peak.
I stared at him, unyielding. “You say you would do anything for me and the children, but you chose Zora over us. Who betrayed whom, Hunter?”
The room was silent for a moment, only our heavy breaths filling the space. Hunter broke the silence, turning to face the destruction he caused.
“You don't understand, Fierce,” he muttered, fists clenched.
“I understand that I didn't betray you,” I retorted, standing firm in the emotional storm that surrounded us.
Hunter spun, forcefully throwing another armchair against the wall. Instinctively, I raised my hands in a disapproving gesture.
“Stop destroying my home. It won't change what happened,” I said, serious, without considering whether it would calm the burning fury within him.
He turned to me, eyes glowing with a mix of anger and pain. “You don't understand, Fierce. You don't understand what I went through, what I did for you.”
“I understand that you chose Zora. I understand that even now, you seem incapable of understanding why I did what I did,” I responded, maintaining my posture.
Hunter approached me, his face inches from mine. His irregular breath mingled with mine as the confrontation continued. I didn't back down; instead, I held my gaze steady, showing no fear.
“I'm not afraid of you, Hunter. In fact, I'm not afraid of anything, except losing my children,” I declared with determination. Each word was a promise that I would do whatever it took to reclaim my triplets.
Hunter stared at me intensely, his golden eyes conveying a complex mix of emotions. “They are my children,” he stated, his voice laden with weight and meaning.
“That doesn't matter now. What matters is bringing them back home,” I replied, trying to stay calm amid the growing tension.
“They are my children. The Alpha's children,” Hunter said, his voice resonating with determination. “And undoubtedly, it matters now, and it will matter even more after I rescue them and bring them home.”
Hunter, without saying anything more, headed upstairs. I followed him, questioning his intentions.
“What do you mean by 'bring them home'?” I asked, not fully understanding his enigmatic words.
At the top, he turned to face me, his golden eyes piercing mine with intensity, and finally revealed his plans.
“Now that I know I have children, I will train them. One of them will become worthy of being the next Alpha King.”
I was stunned for a moment, processing the revelation. “What did you say?” I asked, perplexed.
“You heard me clearly, Fierce. They will become part of the pack,” Hunter affirmed, his words echoing in the hallway.
Those words echoed in my mind. My children, destined for a future in Hunter's pack, under his tutelage. The significance hit me like a punch to the stomach. I wanted them to be free to choose their own destinies, not bound by a legacy or someone else's will.
“You can't decide their future like that, Hunter. They have the right to choose their own path,” I argued, resisting the idea that he could shape the triplets' destiny according to his will.
Hunter remained firm in his decision. “They are part of the pack, part of me. It's inevitable. Their fate is entwined with mine, and there's nothing you can do.”
I stood in silence, looking at him with determination. I wouldn't easily accept Hunter's imposition on the fate of our children.