He Is My Son, Too

Dane Silverback closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he shot Lady Adele Fangblade a pleading look.

"Adele, please. Not in front of our son."

Lady Adele Fangblade smirked. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized the elder man before her.

"Do you still need to pretend in front of him? Dane Silverback, he is twenty-five years old."

Dane's eyes drifted toward the man on the bed. Ronan had never appeared so weak before him. No, that was inaccurate. He and Ronan used to have a good relationship with each other. Dane adored Ronan. He was always there to wipe little Ronan's tears and tucked him in at night.