Kael's POV
"And now that everything is clear and all the lies have been exposed, no one has the right to claim my son as theirs," I declared. "My son is mine."
"Eira," the old woman panicked. "Don't listen to him. You can't be with him. He will use you again and—"
Another slap echoed through the council hall.
The woman was thrown to the ground by the brutal force, coughing blood as her body shook violently.
"Didn't I tell you to shut your mouth?" Lucian sneered, shaking his hand as if he had touched filth. "Or will you stop only when your disgusting soul leaves your body?"
He was a man with no mercy. If there ever had been any, he had already shown it by not killing her yet.
The old man rushed to his wife, then looked at Eira, who was leaning against me calmly.
"You are letting them hit your grandma? They—"
"They are my mates," Eira interrupted him. "They are more important than filth like you. Don't ever call me your granddaughter."
