Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by His Uncle
Language: en
I was at the local bakery buying a cake with my three-year-old son, Liam, when he suddenly pointed at a strange werewolf and chirped, "Daddy!" I clamped my hand over Liam's mouth immediately. "I'm so sorry..." Then, the familiar scent hit me, and I froze. Alpha Ethan. The Alpha of the Timber Ridge Pack, the pack I used to call home. He turned his head. His gaze locked onto my face before slowly shifting down to Liam. The air between us went dead silent. I scooped Liam into my arms at once, pulling him close so Ethan couldn't catch his scent. "Excuse us. We have to go." Liam is three years…