Chapter 69

The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air, settling like an unspoken truth between myself and Lycan King Xavier.

Sylvia, the woman who had raised me as her own, was not just a witch, but also the biological mother of Steven, the man I loved.

It was a truth I struggled to reconcile with the image I had of my family, of my own identity.

As I stood before the Lycan King, his piercing gaze bore into me, seeking comprehension, seeking assurance that I understood the gravity of the situation.

And indeed, I did.

My mind raced with questions, with doubts, with fears of what this newfound knowledge meant for the future of Silver Pack.

"She is right, Nathalie," the King affirmed, his voice a solemn echo in the room.

"I couldn't still believe it, Your Highness! Sylvia is the legendary witch that Steven has been finding all this time?!" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a mix of disbelief and confusion.

The King regarded me with a measured gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly in contempl