A Father's Cruel Intent
The air in the council chamber was suffocating as Mikey stepped forward, his expression a twisted blend of triumph and calculated malice.
His eyes darted between Noelle and Nicole, and it was clear he had no intention of letting this end peacefully.
"Now that the truth is out," Mikey began, his voice cold and commanding, "there's no reason for this child to remain under the care of a rogue Omega.
Nicole belongs with her rightful family—with me."
Noelle's chest tightened, her wolf clawing at her insides in desperation. She stepped in front of Nicole, shielding her daughter from Mikey's venomous gaze.
"You can't do this," she hissed. "You have no right—"
"I have every right," Mikey snarled, cutting her off. "Nicole is my bloodline, the heir to the Alpha lineage of Silver Creek. And as far as this council is concerned, you're nothing more than a traitorous rogue.
