Alpha Mason’s POV
For seventeen years, I believed my daughter was dead.
Seventeen years of grief. Seventeen years of blaming myself for failing my mate, Fraye, and our child. When Alpha Jayden called and told me there was a chance my daughter was alive, the world beneath my feet nearly disappeared.
I had buried them.
I had stood over two bodies and forced myself to believe they were my mate and child because the pain of hope would have destroyed me. I gave them a funeral. I mourned them. Then I buried the man I used to be alongside them.
But now… everything I thought I knew was a lie.
I carried guilt like a second skin. I should have searched harder. I should have questioned everything. But after the m******e at the Diamond Pack, all I could think about was surviving for my sons, Lar
