Chapter 257


    Daran thought that if he could know the names of this kid’s parents, he could send the boy home.


    He would probably even teach these people a lesson on how to be qualified parents. Hearing Daran’s


    question, Aspen slowly put his burger down and held his head down.


    “What is the matter?”


    Daran could see that the boy’s spirit was suddenly down at the moment.


    “Are…Are you getting rid of me?” Aspen asked in a broken voice.


    “No, of course not, I am simply curious.”


    “I already told you that my parents don’t care about me!” Aspen cried, snapping his head up, his eyes


    filled with tears. “Don’t send me back. Please. I don’t want to go home. Everyone at home is so mean


    to me. They called me a bastard, saying that I am not daddy’s boy…”


    Daran began to soften.


    He stood up and switched to the boy’s side and sat side–by–side with Aspen, rubbing his soft hair.


    “Don’t worry. If you don’t want to go home, no one can make you. The reason I asked for your parents‘


    names was that…Well, you said that they were bad parents, right? Maybe I can give them a warning or


    something.”


    Aspen blinked his teary eyes and choked, “R–Really? Can you do that? My daddy is pretty tough. He


    won’t be afraid of you.”


    Daran smiled, “I think I can handle your daddy no problem. Now, what is hist name?”


    Aspen lowered his head again and yed his own thumb


    After a long pause, he spoke up in a small voice, “…I don’t remember.”


    It was clearly a lie.


    How could a boy not remember his parent’s name?


    But Daran got it.


    Aspen was still worried that he might send him home.


    If Aspen wasn’t ready to tell him, he wouldn’t make the boy.


    “Hey, Aspen.” he patted the boy’s shoulder, “Have you been to the Blood Moon Pack before?”


    The boy shook his head in a daze.


    “Interested in a tour?” Daran asked.


    “Daran!” Francis gasped, looking very disapproved. “Are you seriously going to take this little homeless


    with you? You are alreadyte to those meetings. And how are you going to exin to people who this


    boy is…”


    “I don’t need to exin anything. It is none of their business,” said Daran coldly.


    Francis lowered his voice, “Sure, the others won’t dare to poke around your business…But what about


    Alpha Casper? Alpha Casper will think that this boy is your


    bastard child.”


    Daran frowned.


    Casper was indeed a problem.


    Just then, Aspen raised his head and said in a voice loud and clear, “-Daddy!”


    Francis let out a short cry, “What the hell…”


    Even Daran widened his eyes in surprise, “What did you just call me?”


    “Daddy.” Aspen held his hand, “If people ask, you can say that you are my dad.”


    Daran found himself smiling at the boy, “What about your real dad? Won’t he be mad?”


    Aspen came close to his ears and whispered, “Then…let us never tell him. He won’t be mad if he never


    finds out. I will let you be my fake daddy… Just for a couple of days.”


    Daranughed.


    He loved this idea more than he thought.


    “How dare you!” Francis huffed, trying to pull the boy off from Daran’sp. “Do you have any idea whom


    you are talking to right now, boy?! Standing in front of you is the King of werewolves! He will never be


    your father!”


    Daran shot him a cold re, silencing Francis at once.


    “If I say I am the father of this child, I AM the father. Understood?” he said icily.


    Francis gulped nervously.


    Aspen rolled his eyes and let out a small snort, “Yeah, so what if he is the King? My dad is also King.


    And I am the prince. But you don’t see me brag about it everywhere.


    Humility is a virtue. My mom taught me that.”


    “And your mom is right about that,” said Daran as he picked up Aspen and carried the boy in his arms,


    marching towards the doors.


    “Where are we going?” Aspen asked, wrapping his little arms around Daran’s neck.


    “Blood Moon Pack, a city that you have never been to. Let me show you around. Francis stared at their


    back and let out a long, frustrated sigh.


    The way that the boy rolled his eyes looked just like Daran when Daran was young


    People might actually believe that these two were father and son.


    J and Elder Medline used their fake identities and sessfully got into the city of Blood Moon


    Pack.


    The streets were jammed by people, who were all gathered here to see the Alphas from different packs


    and–most importantly the King.


    “Look!” somebody cried, “It is King Daran’s car!”


    A cheer went up from the crowd as a shiny silver car drove down the street.


    Blended within the crowd, J stood on tiptoes with the others and looked.


    Her heart was thumping wildly against her ribs.


    Daran.


    It had been 8 years already.


    Yet even today, she could still remember his face vividly, and how he stared at her with a look of pain


    and hatred when theyst met.


    That memory made her heart ache every time she thought about it.


    There were a couple of girls by J’s side, and they were all giggling stupidly.


    “Do you think I can get King Daran’s attention this year?” one girl smirked, “I heard that he was still not


    married vet.”


    “Drop it, slut. I bet the King haspanies.”


    “No, I swear it, he doesn’t! He has been single since…you know…his skunky ex ran off with another


    man.”


    J bit her lips listening to those girls gossip.


    So Daran still hadn’t married?


    Was it possible that…he was still waiting for her toe back?


    No.


    Impossible.


    He made it clear that he hoped that the two of them never met again; and if they did, he would see her


    as his enemy.


    That was how much he hated her.


    And it was why she had to keep her return aplete secret. She didn’t want to see the hate in his


    eyes again.


    “The King’s car is here!” a girl cried excitedly.


    The silver car drove close.


    The back window was lowered a couple of inches, so the crowd could catch a glimpse


    of the inside.


    Yet they didn’t see the King.


    Instead, there was a tiny figure leaning against the window, staring curiously at the enthusiastic crowd.


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    J rounded her eyes in shock. She almost screamed out-


    That was her son, Aspen!


    Shit. What the hell?!


    What was Aspen doing with Daran?


    Did he know that Daran was his father? Did Daran know?!


    The car drove past them in a few quick seconds and then it was gone, leaving the crowd in wonder.


    “Have you seen that boy? Who is he?” someone gasped.


    “The King’s son? No, wait, that can’t be right. The King doesn’t have a son. Maybe his rtive’s child?”


    Everyone was busy discussing that mysterious child as J stood on her spot, shocked and frozen.


    Medline tugged her sleeve and whispered urgently into her ears, “What the hell? Why does that


    werewolf King have Prince Aspen?”


    “…I don’t know…” J shook her head in a daze.


    “Lower your voice! We are in the werewolf’s city right now. Don’t cause any trouble! buffed


    trouble!” J huffed.


    She was also worried about another pressing matter


    Nobody in the Lycan’s Kingdom knew that Aspen wasn’t Westin’s child.


    It was a secret that she must keep in order to protect Aspen.


    Yet Aspen was taken by Daran now, his birth father.


    J had never been this worried that the secret might get exposed with the two of them being in the


    same room.


    If she could talk to her boy and persuade him toe home with her, all problems. would be solved.


    Yet she had a feeling that things would not go as nned.