I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Affection.

Understanding.

Ellie leaned in close, her voice low. “They’re not afraid of you.”

“I know,” I said quietly. “That’s what scares me.”

She glanced at me sharply. “Why?”

“Because it means they’re seeing something I didn’t think I deserved,” I replied.

She studied my face for a moment, then shook her head gently. “It means they’re seeing the truth. Finally.”

I watched the boys as August tripped and fell, popping back up with a grin before Ian barreled into him, sending them both tumbling into the grass. Their laughter rang out, bright and infectious.

The park felt different now-charged, alive with something communal. A sense of shared witness. The pack wasn’t just observing their alpha. They were seeing a family returned to its rightful place.

Silver Fang had been without that for a long time.

A man approached hesitantly, older, his posture slightly stooped. He carried himself like someone who’d lived through too many winters to be easily impressed.

“I voted against you once,” he said bluntly.

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re entitled to your opinion.”

He snorted. “I thought you were too hard. Too volatile. All strength, no heart.”

Ellie tensed beside me, but I stayed silent.

The man gestured toward the boys. “I was wrong. Anyone who fights like hell to give their children a future like that… that’s someone I’ll stand behind.”

He offered his hand.

I took it.

By the time the boys were red-cheeked and exhausted, the bench around us felt like neutral ground claimed by something larger than any campaign.

Community,

Ellie knelt to help Jan wipe grass stains from his knees while August leaned against my leg, breathless and smiling.

His little fingers curled into my pant leg, and he stared up at me with those wide, stormy eyes of his. I scooped him up and tossed him into the air.

He shrieked with joy as I caught him and held him to my chest. His little face nuzzled into my neck, and he

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yawned wide.

As we gathered our things to leave, I felt eyes on us—not invasive, not threatening. Watching with warmth. With hope.

It followed us all the way back toward the city.

As we walked, Ellie slipped her hand into mine again. “You okay?” she asked softly.

I swallowed. “I didn’t expect… this.”

“No one ever does,” she said. “Being seen for who you really are is harder than being feared.”

I glanced down at the boys, dozing on our shoulders. Their expressions open, relaxed. Not a care in the world, as

it should be.

“I spent years believing that if people saw me like this, they’d use it against me,” I said. “That it would make me

weak.”

“And now?” she asked.

“And now I see that hiding my emotions only made things worse. It allowed people to apply whatever motivation they wanted to my actions, and it was never a good one. Being open… It’s harder, but I think it’s necessary.”

The realization settled deep, reshaping something fundamental inside me.

The campaign. The debates. The elders and their schemes.

They mattered.

But not like this.

As we reached the edge of the park, someone called out behind us.

“Alpha Nolan!”

I turned.

A young woman stood there, nervous but resolute. “Whatever happens in the election-thank you for bringing a family back into the packhouse. It feels like home again.”

The word struck something raw.

Home.

I inclined my head in acknowledgment, unable to trust my voice.

It was only now settling into my chest, the truth in those comments. There hadn’t been a family in the packhouse since my parents died. Not really,

Lance had left as soon as he was old enough. Ellie had been relegated to ceremonial roles and hidden from view the rest of the time. This was something that I hadn’t allowed to exist in Silver Fang for many years, and people

had missed it.

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When we finally disappeared back into the city streets, I felt changed-not triumphant, not victorious.

Grounded.

For the first time since this campaign began, I understood something with absolute clarity.

This wasn’t about proving I could rule.

It was about proving that leadership could look like this—hands dirty with grass, children laughing in the open, a family no longer hidden in the shadows.

If I stood on a stage in ten days and spoke to the kingdom, I wouldn’t speak as a cursed legend or a warning.

I would speak as a father.

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