*Seraphina's POV*
The boy standing before me was the spitting image of his father. Same hazel eyes, same dimpled smile. Same name.
"Vincent," Elodie said, her hand resting on the child's shoulder. "Say hello to the king."
My throat closed up. The room seemed to spin as I stared at the small boy—no more than six years old—who bore the name of the man who had destroyed my life. The child my former mate had with Amelia. The child who lived while mine had died.
"Your Majesty," the boy said, bowing with perfect etiquette. "It's an honor to meet you."
Landon's expression softened as he looked at the child. Something I rarely witnessed. "You've been taught well, young one."
My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The room felt too small, the air too thick.
"He's the rightful heir to the Autumn Forest Pack," Elodie said, her voice trembling with practiced emotion. "My grandson is all I have left of my son."
