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

Runaway Luna

That's when I finally moved, crossing the playground on unsteady legs to where my entire world was shifting on its axis.
"You can't just waltz back into our lives!" The words exploded out of me before I could stop them. "You think you can show up here after five years and—"
**"I never stopped look...

Chapter 5