chapter 79 Confrontation ends in heartbreak
Dorian's POV
Two months had passed since the rejection ceremony.
I sat in my office, listening to Caleb report on border patrol situations. His voice buzzed in my ears, but I found it hard to concentrate. Everything had become mechanical since that day. I functioned like a running machine, but felt hollow inside.
"The patrol team discovered more vampire traces on the eastern border," Caleb said. "I suggest increasing guards in that area."
I nodded. "Approved. Anything else?"
Caleb hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Dorian, I want to talk about Lyra again."
My hand stopped on the documents. "I thought we'd already discussed this topic."
"Restore her medical credentials," Caleb insisted. "She's an excellent healer. She shouldn't be barred from every medical institution in Moon Shadow Bay because of personal grievances."
"Personal grievances?" I looked up at him.
"Uh...and her child," Caleb continued. "At least tell her where the child is. She has the right to know about her daughter's condition."
I let out a cold laugh. "By the way, Caleb, I know you collected those clothes and jewelry she left behind. You think I don't know?"
Caleb's face reddened. "Those things were discarded, I was just—"
"You were just acting like a lovesick puppy," I said cruelly. "But you know what? Lyra is busy being lovey-dovey with Eric right now. She doesn't care about some pathetic ex-boyfriend's existence."
"You're being vicious," Caleb said angrily. "This is jealousy. You're slandering her."
I shrugged. "Think whatever you want."
Caleb walked toward the door but stopped at the threshold. "If you won't help her, then I'll seek Eric's assistance."
Hearing that name, my fury exploded instantly. "You dare! You dare go to that bastard, and I'll exile you from the pack!"
Caleb gave me a glance, then left the office.
I stood there, chest heaving. Caleb actually threatened to go to Eric. That Northern alpha who stole my mate. At the thought, my wolf howled inside, demanding bloody revenge.
Just then, the office door opened again. I thought Caleb had returned, but when I looked up, I saw Lyra.
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Lyra's POV
Two months. For two months, I had avoided this building, this office, this man who had once been everything to me. But today, I had no choice.
I stood in the doorway of Dorian's office, taking in his appearance. He looked exactly the same—tall, imposing, with that silver hair and those amber eyes that had once looked at me with something resembling affection. Now they held nothing but cold disdain.
"Dorian," I said.
He leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Oh, look who it is. My ex-mate, Lyra Nightfall. What do you want? Let me guess—you're here to ask me for a job? Or maybe you want me to write a recommendation letter for your Northern lover?"
My face flushed with anger. "I'm not here for a job. I want to work with people I can trust, and that's clearly not you."
"Trust?" He laughed. "That's rich, coming from you."
I forced myself to stay focused on why I'd come. "I demand to know where my daughter is."
His laughter stopped abruptly. "You have no right to make demands."
"She's my daughter!"
"She's nothing to you," he said coldly. "Legally, biologically, she has no connection to you whatsoever."
"Please, Dorian. I just want to know she's alive. I just want to know where she is."
"You want to know?" He stood up, walking around his desk toward me. "You want to know where that bastard child is?"
"Don't call her that!"
"She is a bastard!" he shouted. "Eric Silvercrest's bastard!"
I stepped back, but my eyes still burned with fury. "You know she's your child. Deep down, you know the truth."
"I know nothing except that you're a liar and a whore."
The words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered backward as if he'd actually struck me.
"Get out," he said. "Get out of my office before I kill you with my own hands."
But I couldn't leave. Not without answers. Not without some hope for my daughter. I dropped to my knees, pressing my forehead to the cold floor.
"Please," I sobbed. "If you hate me, then punish me. But don't hurt her. She's innocent. Please let her live."
I stayed there on the floor, my pride shattered, begging the man who had once promised to love me forever. The silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I almost thought I might have reached some part of him that still remembered what we once had.
Then the office door opened.
I looked up from my position on the floor to see Seraphina entering, and my world tilted completely off its axis. She was carrying a small wolf pup in her arms.
A pup that looked to be about three months old, with silver-white hair and striking amber eyes.
Dorian's amber eyes.
I gasped, slowly rising from the floor as shock coursed through me. This couldn't be possible. But the evidence was right there in front of me. She looked healthy, vibrant, nothing like the fragile baby I had given birth to.
"Dorian," Seraphina said gently, "little Elena is getting fussy. I think she's hungry."
I stood there, my face pale as paper, finally understanding. Finally seeing the truth that had been hidden from me all along.
Maybe Seraphina wasn't just Dorian's former girlfriend or supposed fated mate. She was the mother of his child. A healthy, beautiful child who was obviously his bloodline.