LUNA CASS
“Alpha, there seems to be a disturbance on the southwestern border.”
“What kind of disturbance, Jameson?” Dante asked, unaffected. I was sitting on his lap, his arm wrapped around my waist. I was milking the attention I tended to get from him now that Morra was gone.
“The patrol over there says there is a young male demanding to see his mother.”
Dante gave a low chuckle, clearly amused. “We are supposed to know who his mother is?”
“Sir, he says he is Cassandra Matthews' son,” Jameson said simply.
My head snapped in the rogue's direction and away from the tray of assorted deli meats in front of Dante and I.
“My son? Did he give you a name?” I asked curtly, but was answered with silence, not even a look from the rogue. If Blake had found me, my plan would be disrupte
