The Lycan king Secret Child

Two—Ivy’s POV

Pearl’s eyes flashed with fear as she looked up at me. “Mommy, who is at the door?”

I squatted beside her, taking her tiny hands in mine.

“Shhh. I want you to go back to the room and don't come out until Mommy says so, alright?”

She nodded before turning around and sprinting into the room.

I made sure her pink outfit disappeared out of sight before I gently turned the lock and opened the door. As soon as I stepped outside, a cold breeze swept past me. I quietly shut the door behind me.

Scanning the front of my yard, I noticed a mysterious black Jeep parked just opposite it. Then it dawned on me that whoever had knocked on the door must have parked the car outside. But strangely, I didn't see anyone around.

Just to be sure we were safe, I quickly walked towards the car to see who the intruder was. But still, I didn't see anyone. Just as I was about to peer into the car, I saw a figure hovering behind me in the reflection of the tinted window.

“It must have taken you a very long time to sense that I was standing right behind you. Oh, I must have forgotten that you aren't one of us. Humans don't have the unique ability to perceive threats.” I heard the most arrogant yet somehow calming voice ever.

But I didn't recognize the voice. One thing I was sure I remembered was the scent. This intruder's cologne smelled so familiar and somehow intoxicating.

My eyes widened as I turned back to the stranger.

It was him, Pearl's father— Lycan Zyran himself.

He was nothing like I remembered, and the random pictures of him Willa sent from time to time did no justice to the man standing before me. He still had that dark, thick hair, which looked slightly messy, and those sharp blue eyes that made him look like a god.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Despite the fact that he was much taller than me, I made sure my eyes remained fixed on him.

“To get my daughter and my wife.” The way he said it made me laugh. His daughter and his wife? Like he ever cared whether I was alive or not.

“Look, Zyran. I'm not your wife, and my daughter has nothing to do with you. Just in case you must have forgotten, you swore never to have anything to do with me or my child.”

I spat the words angrily at his controlling ass.

As I brushed past him angrily, he quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me back to face him. My back made a soft thud as it hit the car, and his face hovered over mine.

“You will behave like a little girl and get your butt into that car. And if you want to do it the hard way, then game on.” He smirked as he pulled closer, his grip tightening around me one more time before he slowly released me.

“You must have consumed so much power that you think every living being is expected to dance to your tune. But you know what? You are damn wrong, Zyran. And if you think for even a second that you can use that on me, then it's best you stop feeding your head with nonsense.”

If there was something I had learned about Zyran over the past years of my life, it was that he hated being told what to do. He hated seeing that it was his fault another person was badly hurt.

But I guess I never really knew him.

“I'm sorry, Ivy. I know how badly I treated you and how painful it was for you over the past years. But please, I will explain everything to you if you agree to come with me just for our daughter's sake.”

His eyes instantly fell as he pleaded with me.

“You are not going to be part of my daughter's life. You are not her father, and if you show your damn face in this place one more time, I will make sure I blow your head off. I don't care if you supernatural beings are immune to death.”

I warned him, while he just stood there, shocked by my outburst. I was still caged under his arms, and he didn't give me any chance to move. He just stood there, staring at my face.

“Can you move?” I asked, hitting his hands gently, but he didn't utter a word or move his eyes from mine.

“Mommy, is that Daddy?”

Hearing Pearl's voice made me realize that I hadn't locked the door on my way out. She must have come out of the room because I was taking too much time.

“N—”

Before I could reply, Zyran beat me to it. He quickly pulled his hands away and frantically sprinted towards Pearl. He swooped her up into his arms.

“Hey, my little angel. This is Daddy.” He flashed a smile at her, and she giggled like that was the most exciting word she had ever heard.

I stared at them with mixed feelings. What if he was just doing it because we had nowhere else to go? What if he was just doing it out of pity?

“Daddy, this is Harper. Harper, this is my Daddy. He just got back from a very longggggggggggg trip.” She stretched the “g” as she introduced her teddy to him.

“Hi, Teddy Harper. I'm Pearl's daddy,” Zyran said as he shook the teddy's hand. Pearl nodded her head in affirmation like they had just completed a formal introduction.

The two of them continued chatting while I just stood in one spot, watching the scene in front of me. And I could tell it was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life.

Pearl chatted away about basically everything, like she was giving him a summary of the past three years of her life.

“Alright, Pearl, time is up. Your Daddy needs to get back to work, and we are going over to Aunty Willa's place. Daddy will meet us there,” I said, cutting off their little conversation.

Standing in front of them, I expected Pearl to quickly drop down from his arms and run into mine.

But instead, she clung onto him and muttered, “Mommy, why can't you go alone? Me and Harper will come together with Daddy.” I felt my whole world crumble as she said those words, while Zyran flashed me a happy smile like he had won.