Chapter 143: Chapter 143

Menu The moment Kane’s words sank in, I felt my patience snap like a fragile thread. My emotions boiled over as I stormed toward him, my voice trembling with fury.

“You have no right to call them your children!” I yelled, my hands gripping his neck in desperation. “They’re mine, and I’ll never let you take them from me!”

His reaction was swift. He grabbed my wrists with an iron grip and tore them away from his throat as if my strength was nothing to him. The force of his push sent me stumbling back a few steps.

“Don’t push me, Selene,” he growled, his tone ice–cold. “Don’t make me demonstrate what I’m capable of. You might have been their mother all these years, but now they’re mine.”

The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the chest. His voice carried such unwavering conviction that I knew he wasn’t bluffing. Tears began to spill involuntarily down my face as the thought of being separated from my children clawed at my heart.

Shaking my head, I murmured through my tears, “No... you can’t take them away from me.”

Kane’s piercing gaze darkened even further, his anger seeping into every word he spoke. “Why not? Didn’t you do the same to me? You kept my children–my blood–away from me for years. You’ve already proven yourself to be the most shameless person I’ve ever known.”

His words cut deep, and I stood there, tears streaming down my face, staring at him helplessly. But my pain didn’t seem to faze him. His expression remained cold and unyielding.

He continued, his voice sharp and full of mockery. “Just imagine how they’ll feel when they find out what kind of person their mother really is. How they’ll see you after learning the truth. That pride they have for you in their eyes? It’ll shatter in an instant.”

I didn’t know what to say, what to do. My mind was a chaotic mess, unable to process anything. His ruthless words echoed endlessly in my head. All I could think about was the possibility of losing my twins.

“I won’t let them go,” I said, my voice trembling but defiant. “Do whatever you want. I know my children wouldn’t want to live with you.”

I turned away, heading to the door, gripping the doorknob with shaking hands. But before I could open it, his next words froze me in place.

“I’ll take this to the council,” he warned, his voice calm but laced with menace. “And you know better than I do what will happen then. Once they learn you’ve been hiding my children from me, they’ll never side with you.”

My hand trembled as I slowly turned back to face him. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to escape. The pressure of my bite was so hard I nearly drew blood.

“Why?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Kane began to move closer, his dark eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. When he stopped in front of me, he placed one hand on the door beside my head, trapping me in place. His gaze bore into mine, as if he could see straight into my soul.

“In the war, you accused me of hurting you,” he said, his voice low and steady. “What exactly did I do to you in those two years?

Tell me. I gave you a safe place to live, let you live comfortably, and never treated you badly. What more could I have done?”

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#Menu His jaw clenched tightly, his words hanging in the air. I could hear the restraint in his voice, like he was holding back something even more cutting.

“I... I thought you’d kill them,” I stammered, barely able to get the words out.

Kane scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smile as he looked away from me. He stepped back, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You got what you wanted,” he said bitterly. “Now it’s my turn.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling with dread.

Without answering, he grabbed the door and swung it open. His next words were calm yet chilling.

“Go tell your family to pack their bags and leave this pack.”

“Kane,” I pleaded, stepping toward him.

But he cut me off with a grimace, his expression hardening. “I won’t say it again, Selene. If they refuse, I’ll make them kneel before me and beg for mercy.”

His words carried the weight of an unspoken promise, and I knew he meant every single one of them.

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