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

Marcus actually laughed. "How delightfully dramatic. Human mothers are so... emotional."
"Yeah, we are," I shot back. "Especially when someone threatens our children."
For the first time since I'd known him, I truly understood the pressure Alex had been under. This wasn't just family politics – th...

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