Draven’s POV
The bank manager personally escorted us to a private room adjacent to the vault. After I entered the password and used my key, an attendant brought in my safe deposit box and left us alone.
Opening the drawer unleashed a flood of emotions I wasn’t prepared for. My fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over the numerous velvet boxes containing my family’s treasures. My wolf Alaric whined softly within me, feeling my pain and nostalgia.
These were my mother’s jewels, my father’s watches and cufflinks—items deeply personal to my family, each carrying its own history.
As happy as I was to be marrying my mate, the knowledge that my parents’ deaths were no accident reopened wounds I thought had healed. Howard had robbed them of witnessing this moment. He had stolen their chance to meet their grandson, to watch Liam grow, to be the wonderful grandparents I knew they would have been.
Howard’s treachery had altered more than just my parents’ fate—it had completely changed the trajectory of Caroline’s life and Liam’s. If not for that sabotage, I wouldn’t have lost Caroline that night at the masquerade. We might have remained together, or at least stayed connected. I would have been there for my son’s birth, his first words, his first steps.
Caroline and Liam wouldn’t have endured those difficult years, facing prejudice and cruelty from narrow-minded pack members who looked down on an unmated mother with a pup.
It could have been so different. But it wasn’t.
A growl rumbled in my chest as my wolf’s protective instincts surged. From now on, I would allow no one to hurt my family again. Every moment with Caroline would be treasured. I would make my mate and pup happy,this I swore on my wolf’s honor.



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