[Rosalynd]
“He’s my son too, and I’m taking him back with me!” Alexa insists as she continues to pull on the small boy that I now know is Rafe, Axel’s five-year-old son.
“Daddy, who is she? Why won’t she stop pulling?” Rafe starts crying as he tries to pull himself away.
“Rafael Javier Addams, you know who I am!” she puffs out her chest, slamming her hand against her breasts. “I’m your Mami!”
Rafe refuses to look at her. Instead he holds onto his grandfather tighter.
“Alexa, stop it,” Axel commands with every ounce of his alpha authority. Even I can feel it shivering down my spine and I’m not a member of the back. At least not yet.
“Can’t you see you’re scaring him,” Axel points at his son. “He doesn’t remember you! You left us, you left your baby! You left me!”
Flinching, Alexa rel
