My Alpha Killed Our Son
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My son Leo died in the snow. Three rogue wolves tore him apart that winter night.
My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.
"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."
I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.
At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.
That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.
My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.
"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."
I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.
At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.
That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.
















































