Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 230

The morning of the celebration, I sat at the edge of the boys’ bed and watched Rowan line up his boots in slow, careful movements while Oliver adjusted the collar of his shirt, trying to settle the nervous energy that had made him unusually quiet. Sunlight streamed through the windows and reflected in their eyes. Their wolves stayed just beneath the surface, steady and attentive, as if they could sense the weight of the day in the same way I did.

I cleared my throat. “Before we go,” I said, brushing Rowan’s hair back from his forehead, “there’s something want you to understand.”

They both turned toward me, knees touching and hands still. They weren’t little kids anymore, but they still listened seriously when I spoke like this.

“You come from two lineages that once saw each other as enemies. Vampires and werewolves lived apart for generations, tonvinced that distance meant safety. But people changed. They had hard conversations. They told the truth even when it was uncomfortable. They stayed.

That’s. your inheritance. Not just bloodlines, but the choice to stay when things get hard.”

Rowan tilted his head slightly. “Is that why you always say council meetings are the cost of peace?”

I smiled. “Exactly. If things are slow and boring, that means no one’s getting hurt.”Oliver tugged at a loose thread on his sleeve. “But peopte still argue, right?”

“They do,” I said. “And that’s fine. Arguments are part of life. What matters is knowing how to stay and keep listening. That’s how peace holds.”

They didn’t respond, but I could see it land. The weight of what I was saying settled between them.

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