Nathan's POV
My brow furrowed. I never expected to hear him say that.
This boy—Oscar—stood before two powerful men, unshaken. His green eyes were too sharp, too authoritative for a child his age. I crossed my arms, studying him carefully.
"How old are you again?" I asked, thinking maybe I got it wrong.
"Almost ten," he answered without hesitation, stepping into the room as if he owned it. He didn't flinch under my gaze or Dane's. He just walked to the chair opposite my desk, pulled it out, climbed into it, and sat like a young Alpha addressing his council.
Dane and I exchanged a glance but stayed quiet.
Oscar leaned back, his hands folded neatly on his lap. "So let me get this straight," he said slowly, his eyes darting between us. "Were you two… dating my mom back then? Before she left and married my father?"
The words struck like arrows. I didn't speak. Neither did Dane. Silence filled the room.
