With a subtle nod to the departing guard, Ryder's grin only grew as he held Rosaline up in his arms, allowing Clyde to fully see how much of a loving and proud father he was.
Seeing this, the Alpha's initial shock gradually gave way to a rather inexplicable look on his face, a hint of mixed emotions dawning on him.
It was as if he was happy and relieved that he got to meet his daughter, yet at the same time heartbroken that she wasn't running into his arms and calling him her father.
"Wait a moment... you do remember her, right?" Ryder asked when he noticed the Alpha's stunned figure, his voice tinged with both amusement and curiosity, the lines on his forehead deepening in playful confusion. "You are not having a selective amnesia, right?"
His question acted as a catalyst, snapping Clyde out of his contemplation. "Certainly not," the Alpha replied, his smile growing more authentic as he reassured them both.
