Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 95- Home With My Son

Chapter 95: Chapter 95- Home With My Son

Zarah’s pov

Jace didn’t answer right down. His smile had faded, replaced by something unreadable. That only made my heart pound harder. I was about to push him for an answer when my phone buzzed in my hand.

I glanced at the screen. ** Elliot. **

My stomach twisted.

My son.

Guilt picked at me, clawing at my insides. I had been so caught up in the truth about Damon that I’d lost track of time. Lost track of what really important. My thoughts had been clouded, consumed by questions I was not sure I even wanted the answers to. But now, I had to go. My son was all alone at home.

" I’ve got to go, " I muttered, sliding out of the seat before Jace could say another word.

" Zarah, " he called after me, his voice low, serious. " Be careful what you ask for. "

I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back.

I wasn’t sure if it was fear or truthfulness burning inside me. The raw, jagged edge of both feelings hammered in my chest, but one thing was clear — I wasn’t ready for whatever answer Jace had for me. Not yet.

By the time I got home, the night had settled in. It was late. The small apartment I had made a home for Elliot and I was dimly lit.

The scent of warm food still filled in the air, something familiar and comforting. It was the smell of normality — of a life that was, in its own way, safe.

Aiden sat on the lounge, his little legs crossed as he flipped through a book. His dark curls fell over his forehead, and his blue eyes — eyes that were so much like Damon’s — lifted to meet mine the moment I stepped outside.

" Mom! " he beamed, scrabbling off the lounge and running toward me, his small arms outstretched.

" Hey, baby. Did you have something to eat? "

He nodded eagerly. " I waited for you, Mom. "

My chest pained at his words. Aiden was only seven, but occasionally, he sounded older than his times.But perhaps that was the price of being a mama , of carrying the weight of things too big for a child’s heart.

I ruffled his ringlets. " Well also, let’s eat. "

We sat at the small kitchen table, participating in a simple mess. Aiden jabbered about his day — about school and his friends.

I listened, laughing when he got agitated and sullen when he talked about how his school teacher had made him sit still for too long. But even as I smiled and engaged with him, my thoughts were away.

Should I tell him?

Should I tell him who his father really was?

I watched as he stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, his blue eyes bright with curiosity, mirroring Damon’s in a way that made my heart pang.

Damon’s eyes.

I had spent time hiding the truth from Aiden, from everyone, that he didn’t need to know about the man who had walked out of my life the moment he find up out I was pregnant.

I had promised myself I would protect him from that pain. But as I looked at Aiden now, something inside me shook.

What if Damon was really sick? What if someone happened to him?

Would I keep Aiden from knowing the truth? Would I guard him from a father who never wanted to be a father?

" Mama? "

" What is it, baby? " I asked, forcing a smile. My eyes swelled with so much love for my son and I was so happy he was growing up so fast.

He tilted his head. " Why do you look sad?"

" Just tired, " I said, my voice quieter than I intended.

Aiden studied me for a moment, his small face scrunched in study. " Can we read a story tonight, Mama? I like when you read to me. "

"Of course, sweetheart." I said and pulled my bag closer. "I saw this at the book shop and thought you might like it." I said to him and pulled out a book from my bag.

"I love it ." He beamed

We finished reading in an hour

The decision counted heavily on me as I kissed his forehead, his eyes fluttering shut as he drifted off to sleep.

Elliot was my world since the moment I realized I was pregnant.

I sat down at the edge of his bed, running my fingers through his soft ringlets. But I knew I couldn’t stop running from the truth forever.

The thought of Damon, of the times that had passed without him in our lives, felt like a crack that refused to heal. Yet, it wasn’t about me presently. It was about Aiden — and the kind of life I wanted him to have.

But how could I tell him? How could I explain the choices I had made?

Could I ever forgive Damon for walking away from us, for leaving me to raise Aiden alone? Or was I simply too angry to let go of the past?

" Just tell him, Zarah, " I whispered to myself, my voice slightly audible in the quiet room. But I knew it wasn’t simple..

The weight of the thought pressed down on me like a heavy mask, smothering any hope I had of finding peace. The lies I had told to cover Aiden from the harsh realities of his father’s absence sounded like they were strangling me. Every time I saw Aiden’s eyes — those blue den eyes — I was reminded of the man who had faded from our lives, leaving nothing but a trail of unanswered questions.

I kissed Aiden one last time, my heart squeezing with pain.

The decision hung over md, bigger than anything differently in my life.

But, I would have to fight the past. .

And when the time came, I would find a way to tell my son, the truth, no matter how hard it would be. Because he needed to know. He needed to understand the full story.

And maybe, we could eventually start healing.