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 evening, after Ethan had fallen asleep, Alex and I finally had our first real conversation since... well, since everything fell apart five years ago.
"I need you to know something," he said quietly, staring into the small fire Jake had built. "I was terrified of loving you."
The honesty in hi...

Chapter 9