Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 120- I’m Your Dad

Chapter 120: Chapter 120- I’m Your Dad

Damon’s pov

It’s been two days after the whole incident and peace was slowly returning to the pack.

Doctor Grace had also noticed something significant about my health and I was getting better and better, my wolf was also returning. I wouldn’t be a mortal after all.

I never imagined that I would be standing here facing her, trying to mend the shattered fragments of our past. I had been telling myself for years that it was best to stay away, that Elliot and Zarah would be safer without me around.

However, I had been a coward. I realized there were no more justifications as I stood in her room’s doorway and looked at her.

With a softer tone than usual, I said.

" Can we talk?"

Something flickered in her eyes, hesitation, doubt perhaps even pain. But she eventually nodded and moved aside.

I entered with a racing heart. She would be staying here for the time being until she decides to go back but I didn’t want that.

I was the only one at fault.

She turned to me with her arms crossed and a reserved expression on her face. "What are you going to say, Damon?"

I released my breath gradually. "I have something to say. And Zarah I really need you to hear me."

She didn’t look away but she also didn’t answer.

I stepped forward.

"I apologize."

Although her lips slightly parted she remained silent. I forced myself to look into her eyes and continued to apologize for everything.

"For pushing you away, for making you feel as if you were on your own, for failing to be there for you, for not loving our son."

" I thought that I was doing the right thing. I thought that keeping your distance would protect you both but I only did harm to you."

She shook her head and laughed bitterly. "And you see that now?"

" Yes."My voice sounded thick with emotions. " And I want to put things right."

She wrapped her arms around herself.

"How is Elliot doing?"

It made my stomach turn.

Elliott.

I had been mistaken to be his uncle

He deserved to know the truth that I was his father.

Inhaling deeply I looked away

I want to stop lying to him. He ought to be aware of my true identity.

She spent a considerable amount of time examining me, looking for something in my face. Perhaps sincerity, maybe regret. Hope perhaps. She gave a final nod.

"Yeah, sure."

Elliot was playing with his toy train.

Totally ignorant.

Absolutely harmless and innocent.

Zarah sat next to him and smoothed his dark curls.

"My darling," she whispered.

His large inquisitive eyes blinked at her as he raised his head.

"Yes, mother?"

After a moment’s hesitation, Zarah turned to face me. After nodding I knelt down in front of him and tried to calm my pounding heart.

I began cautiously

"We have to tell you something buddy."

He waited with his head tilted. I forced a swallow.

"Remember how your mom said that I was your uncle?"

He smiled and nodded and then continued playing.

I paused. Zarah put her hand on mine and reached over. A quiet demonstration of support.

. After giving her fingers a squeeze,

I looked back at Elliot.

"The fact is that I’m not your uncle."

I let out a long slow breath.

" I’m your dad."

There was silence in the room.

Elliot merely blinked while staring at me. My stomach twisted in knots. I could hear my heart thumping in my ears.

Then—. I was shocked beyond belief. He had a smile on his face.

"I knew it!" exclaimed. I blinked, surprised.

"You— what?"

He gave a little laugh.

"I always thought you looked like me and whenever I asked about my dad Mommy would always laugh. I knew already that something was amiss."

I choked out a laugh. I turned to face Zarah who appeared as shocked as I was. With my chest aching I gave Elliot another look.

"You’re not upset?"

He gave a small shrug.

"No but may I call you Dad, right now?"

My heart skipped a beat.

I extended my hand and softly brushed his hair back.

" Yes, buddy. You can if you want."

He grinned more broadly. Then he threw himself into my arms without warning.

And I broke into a smile.

With my eyes blazing I held him tight. I felt whole for the first time in years.

Zarah and I sat together in the lit-up living room that evening after Elliot had gone to bed.

Although the weight of everything was still there, it didn’t feel heavy for the first time in a long time.

The feeling was optimistic. Gazing into the warm mug of tea she encircled it with her hands.

She whispered

" Rhoda is going to prison."

I nodded slowly

"She deserves it."

There was silence between us. She finally drew a deep breath." She pleaded for forgiveness. "

I paid close attention to her.

"And?"

She shook her head slowly and exhaled.

I extended my hand and placed it over hers.

"You don’t need to."

She looked as if she was seeing me for the first time in years as she really looked at me at that moment and it was actually true.

She softened her gaze.

"Elliot loves you as his Dad."

There was a lump in my throat as I swallowed hard.

"I also love him."

She gripped my hand tightly.

"And how about me?"

I took a breath.

I had been trying for years to ignore my feelings for her. I tried telling myself that I wasn’t worthy of her. But I couldn’t continue to deceive myself any longer.

"I always loved you, Zarah," I muttered.

Not even for a moment.

She took a sharp breath and tightened her hold on my hand.

She leaned in slowly after that. And I realized— when her lips touched mine. I was reunited with my family.

And I was never going to let them go again.