Chapter 148: Chapter 148

The Aughal’s Mes Chapter 148 “You can’t separate them from their mother! They need her,” my father said, his voice sharp with anger as he stepped forward.

Kane’s frown deepened as he turned to face him. “And what about their father? Don’t you think they need their father, too? I can’t believe you have the audacity to keep my children away from me.”

The tension in the room grew unbearable as the two men faced off, their tempers flaring. The air felt heavy, suffocating, as their words collided like thunder I reached out and grabbed my father’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Dad, don’t waste your breath. He doesn’t understand decency.

Don’t let him humiliate you.”

Kane let out a derisive snort at my words. His dark eyes gleamed with initation as he rose from the couch, his movements deliberate and intimidating. A wave of dread washed over me–not for myself, but for my children. My stomach twisted as I saw him take a step toward them.

Luna and Leo stood behind my mother, their expressions a mix of fear and curiosity. Luna’s eyes were wide, her small hands gripping the fabric of my mother’s dress. Leo, on the other hand, looked bewildered, his brow creased as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

Kane moved closer, his presence looming. Without hesitation, he reached past my mother, grabbing both children by their hands and pulling them out from behind her. My breath hitched as he crouched down to their level, his gaze locking onto theirs.

He studied them intently, his eyes filled with something unspoken–a longing I couldn’t ignore. I tore my gaze away, unable to bear the sight. For the first time, regret gnawed at me. Had I been wrong to keep them from him? But then I remembered his words, years ago–how he had sworn he’d never accept the children I bore. So why now? Why did he care?

“Will you two live with me? With your dad?” Kane asked, his voice soft but firm.

Luna blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly. “D–Dad?” she stammered, the word foreign to her.

She turned to me, her eyes wide with excitement as she asked, “Mom, is it true? Is he our dad?”

Her innocent joy broke me. A bright smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with newfound hope. But I couldn’t answer her. My jaw clenched as guilt flooded my chest. I had kept them away from him to protect them, to spare them from his cruelty. I never expected him to want them in his life.

These were my children. Kane and I were divorced. He had no right to take them from me. They were my world, my reason for living. And yet here he was, trying to take them away.

“Don’t ask her. She’s a liar,” Kane said, his voice cutting. He reached out, stroking Luna’s hair gently. “I’ll take you both away from here. You’ll live like royalty. You’ll never have to hide from the world again.”

Luna frowned, pouting as she protested, “No! My mommy is not a liar.”

“Oh, really?” Kane replied, his tone laced with mockery. “Then ask her if I’m lying.“.

His words cut deeper than I thought possible. Tears spilled down my cheeks as his accusations hung in the air. He was right–

over the years, I had hidden my children from the world. I had kept them safe from the harsh reality of their heritage. But now, he was threatening to undo everything I had fought so hard for.

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#Man I lowered my head, unable to meet Luna’s questioning gaze. My heart ached as I thought about what might happen if I lost them.

The very idea of being separated from my children sent a chill down my spine.

“Mommy?” Luna’s small voice trembled as she looked at me, searching for answers.

Before I could respond, Kane rose to his full height. His attention shifted from me to his officials, and his commanding tone shattered the silence.

“Derek,” he said, addressing his Delta. “Take the kids to the Nightfall Pack. From today forward, they will live with their grandparents.”

My heart stopped. My eyes widened in shock as panic set in. This couldn’t be happening. I shook my head, desperate to find a way to stop him. There had to be a way to convince him, a way to escape with my children before it was too late.

But before I could say anything, Leo’s small voice rang out, loud and defiant.

“No!” he shouted, his face red with fury. “We won’t go with you! We don’t want you! We want our mommy! You’re an evil man!”

His words were filled with an anger far too mature for a child his age, but they struck with the force of a hammer. I held my breath, my heart breaking as I watched my brave little boy stand up to his father.

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