Lucius did not flinch. His tone was even, but there was an edge of resignation. "Alive. More than that… he thrives. Felix Canmore, a dominant omega like you, returned to Wrohan after the poisoning. They crowned him Grand Prince within the year. He married, secured his position, and has two sons, one near Damian's age, the other only five years younger."
The silence that followed tightened, sharp as wire. Gabriel's hand pressed harder against the swell of his stomach, grounding himself in the child's weight. His smirk, when it came, was thin and dangerous. "So while Goliath's body burned out, his consort walked free. Not a victim, not a shattered relic, but a prince with heirs."
