“I have to go,” I uttered, as the realization hit me hard—Alpha Dominic had my son. The urgency clawed at my chest, a mix of fear and desperation pooling in my veins.
As Alpha Scott and I approached, the playground seemed to blur through a haze of anxiety. Then, amidst the laughter of children and the distant hum of the pack life, I spotted a joyous image.
There, in the midst of it all, was my precious Mathew, his giggles dancing through the air like musical notes with his father, Dominic.
“Such a beautiful image, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you can live with ruining such a beautiful thing,” Alpha Scott whispered beside me, his voice a gentle reminder of the delicate balance hanging in the air.
As I stood there, torn between the beauty of the scene and the questions that lingered, I couldn
