Runaway Luna

When I found a file in my boss Alex Blackwood's office labeled "Sophia Matthews - Potential Breeder," I thought it was some sick joke.
Until I saw his eyes glow gold in the moonlight.
Five years after running away pregnant with his child, I thought I was safe. I was wrong.
Now he's found us, and my five-year-old son just took down an aggressive dog in the park with his bare hands—making it submit with a single growl.
"He's my heir," Alex says, predator's gleam in his eyes.
"He's my son," I fire back.
But when the werewolf Council sends assassins, when my kid's eyes start glowing, when a damn five-year-old shows more Alpha power than grown men, I realize running is no longer an option.
This time, I'm not running.
I'm going to show the entire werewolf world: you want my son? You go through me first.
Five years of hiding → Time to fight back → When human mothers become unstoppable