Sixty One

Theron’s POV

I pushed my son to the floor and opened the car door. “Get in now,” I ordered him through clenched teeth. He did as he was told, and I locked the door after him. He would be stupid to fight me again. I was stronger than him, and I couldn’t believe how silly he had been to try and take over Creek. His quadruplet brothers were next in line for that, and he would never have stood a chance against their wolf, Enigma.

The fact that he now knew I was his father made me feel a lot of relief and a huge weight taken off my shoulders. Lara was my fated mate, and she chose Morgan over me, which killed me. I hated him for taking her from me. When she fell pregnant the day we met in the forest, I was glad because it meant we would be together. I could have quickly taken down Creek, but I didn’t because I loved Lara, and she begged me many times to stay away. I respected that, but now things had changed.

Morgan had been sent to the king's jail for his crimes of not declaring