Blossom POV "I have to tell him," I state firmly. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't give him the chance to process this in his own way. It's his past. We're not talking about 'who ate Dean's last protein bar'—this is life-altering knowledge. I can't believe I've buried it for so long," I lament, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. I turn to Priscilla with gratitude filling my heart. "Thank you, Priscilla. You've been an honorary mother, watching over us from the shadows. You have my appreciation and my love," I say as tears brim in my eyes, and soon Priscilla joins me in tears. "Stop, you little rascal, or I'll blow my nose right on you!" Priscilla jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Just then, Maria enters from the living room, and I rush to give her the biggest hug I've had in years. Holding me while I cry, Maria glances over my shoulder at Priscilla, silently asking, "You told her?" Priscilla nods, tears in her eyes too. Maria gently pulls me back, brushing my hair a
Blossom POV When Dean finally manages to stifle his laughter at the revelation I've just shared, he stares up at the ceiling and says, "I always thought he only said that to motivate me to work harder. Maybe it was a tactic to break me down so he could rebuild me into the perfect obedient soldier-son." "Aries said you were adopted?" I ask, searching his expression. "He never came right out and said it, but there have always been hints since childhood. I assumed Ares was more emotionally available for Caleb because I was destined for Alphahood and wasn't supposed to be groomed for emotions. I often felt like an outsider during family gatherings, like I didn't belong. There's only one part of this that troubles me deeply," Dean pauses. "Your mother?" I fill in the blank, and he nods. "Why couldn't she tell me? I never felt that the love she gave me was any different from what she gave Caleb. So why wouldn't she have just told me eventually? I need to see her. I need to talk to my m
Blossom POV We arrive at the nearest hospital to the villa and are quickly ushered into the maternity wing. I undergo a thorough examination by a midwife, and it's confirmed—I'm ready to deliver. Dean remains in the room while the rest of our guests are asked to wait in the nearby area. I'm already dressed in a hospital gown, and Dean has changed into scrubs, complete with a plastic face mask. I've decided against any nerve block or epidural because I don't want to take any unnecessary risks. The doctors explain the potential complications involved, and because I've opted out of anesthesia, I'm moved to a room where it's not possible for me to shift forms. A memory flashes through my mind of the cellar where my captors held me prisoner, using metal mesh to confine me. I can't help but wonder if that's the same material they used. Just then, another contraction hits me, and I determine to remain focused on what's about to happen. "I love you, Dean," I begin to cry. Dean, looking p
Blossom POV Yet rather than feel grief, Dean finds a strange sense of relief. Part of him believes that all of Boo's essence has returned to his soul. Another part wonders if Boo simply ran off because no one was caring for him. He realizes he needs clarity, so he decides to talk to Jovielyn to confirm that his dream wasn't just a figment of his imagination. I sense it wasn't just a dream either. I reassure Dean that I heard the same deep voice when my parents welcomed me into the Lycan royal family. He believes me, yet he still craves validation about all the other details. There are too many questions swirling in his mind. The absence of Priscilla at the villa disappoints me, as Dean is eager to consult her about everything that has transpired. Maria mentions, "She probably went to see Jovielyn." "Okay, that's where we need to go then. I'm sure that mom will love meeting her grandson," Dean responds to me. "Come on! We just got home! Can we at least stay for one night?" I plea
Blossom POV Dean wakes up, face down on his desk, only to be jolted awake by the sound of Virgil crying. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom where I'm already there, trying to soothe our baby with gentle sounds and soft blankets. "Has he been fed yet?" Dean asks, his voice still thick with sleep. I look up at him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "I was just asking... How about you spend some time with the little guy while I catch some rest?" Dean suggests, trying to be helpful, though I'm not exactly in the mood to receive that help. "It's not just 'hanging out' with him, Dean. He's your son, not Caleb." "You're right; he is my son. So why don't you go get some rest, and I'll take care of him? You don't want to have a panic attack and eat our child!" It's true that Dean isn't always the most sensitive, but he does have a point. I can't deny that. "Just be careful with him, please," I respond, giving in slightly. Dean gently takes Virgil into his arms, and as i
Blossom's POV Dean was having a breakdown. The usual vibrant energy that crackled around him had vanished, replaced by a chilling stillness. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, as if the weight of the world had settled upon him, crushing him under its burden. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that screamed of a struggle unseen, a battle fought within the confines of his own mind. His normally bright eyes were clouded with a dull ache, the spark of life dimmed by a weariness that seemed to seep into his very being. It was a stark contrast to the usual Dean, the one who could light up a room with his infectious laughter and quick wit. This Dean, this silent, subdued version, was a stranger to me. Then, a movement in the side mirror caught my eye, a fleeting glimpse of something out of place, a blur of movement that vanished as quickly as it appeared. My heart leaped into my throat, a wave of panic washing over me. "They're gone! Where did they go?!" I exclaime
Blossom POV "None of it, Sweetheart. Everything you were told was as true as it could be without that one crucial detail. The only reason I kept that from you boys was to prevent any disconnection between you. I knew that if you found out you had different fathers, Aries would have driven a wedge right between you two..." Jovielyn explains, her voice gentle but firm. "How did you find out who Virgil was?" she inquires, visibly intrigued by the revelation. Dean responds, "He came to me in a vision when I was crowned King of the Lycans. Honestly, I would never have recognized him as my son had he not revealed himself to me." "That's astounding! I'm proud of you for that, by the way. I could smell the scent of royalty the moment you walked through my door," Jovielyn tells him, her pride radiating through her words. Turning her attention to Caleb, she asks about his engagement, "So, you've decided to marry Diana?" Caleb simply smiles and nods, affirming her question. "That's
3rd POVDean and Caleb were instructed to remain at the castle until their mother's last will and testament could be revealed to them directly and in person by her attorney. As requested, they waited patiently, knowing that further instructions would come their way. Meanwhile, I accompanied Diana as we took Virgil and Maria back to the villa. We were concerned about being without essential baby items, as we had only brought enough supplies to last a few days.Before making any impulsive decisions about terminating the entire housekeeping staff, Dean and Caleb decided it would be wise to keep the housekeepers on the payroll for the time being. They knew it would be best to allow some time for clarity regarding the circumstances they were about to face. For the next few days, the brothers used this opportunity to discuss their plans for the packs and how best to unite them all with the least amount of bloodshed possible. During this time together, Caleb shared some exciting news with De