"The pack is already at the verge of collapsing, if care is not taken your highness, someone else with a future will take over this throne!"
Oberon didn't reply to any of them, he sat on the throne, lost in his own thoughts.
"Your highness?" Demetrius called.
Oberon raised his head to look at him, "We have a problem, it has been solved but now it is a problem again."
Demetrius frowned, "What could be more than this?"
He shook his head, "I have a heir," he dropped the bomb.
The elders present there gasped loudly. Demetrius' jaws dropped in shock.
"You have a heir? Where is he?"
Oberon sighed, he shook his head in regret, "Nyx was the one who carried my child."
Their eyes popped out in shock, "Nyx? How come? Is she your fated mate all of a sudden now?"
He closed his eyes, "I do not know, all I know is, she is with my child, but.. she refuses to let me near him."
