Alpha Regrets After Banishing Me And Taking My Son

Hazel’s POV“Hazel, never expected you to be such a venomous bitch!” That was not the first thing I wanted to hear from my mate, Alpha Ulysses, after painfully giving birth to our son, Liam.He hadn’t been there during the delivery. It was Uma, my best friend and the pack’s healer, who stayed by my side and helped me bring Liam into this world.“Why would you say that to me!?”I asked, clutching my abdomen as the stitches burned and pain ripped through me.“The patrol found her.” He glared at me, his eyes so sharp it felt like they could cut me in half. “They found Kimberley.”My jaw dropped, and for a moment I couldn’t hear anything except my own ragged breathing. “Kimberley?”“Didn’t expect that, did you? My real mate. Your sister. The woman who should have been Luna from the beginning. She’s in the next room getting treated for her injuries. Minor ones, thank the Goddess.”Uma’s eyes flicked between us, sensing the storm brewing. She rolled the crib toward the door. “I’ll take Liam t

Hazel’s POVKimberley and I froze, both turning toward the voice.My parents, Frank and Brianna, stood at the end of the hallway, their faces shocked.Brianna’s hands flew to her mouth when she saw Kimberley. “Oh, my baby! My sweet baby girl!”They rushed forward, wrapping Kimberley in their arms. Brianna sobbed openly, her hands shaking as she touched Kimberley’s face, her hair, like she couldn’t believe she was real.“Where have you been?” Frank demanded. “Three years, Kimberley. Three years we thought you were dead!”“We searched everywhere,” Brianna added, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Every pack, every territory. We never stopped looking.”Kimberley melted into their embrace, her wounded act returning in an instant. “It was horrible,” she whispered. “So horrible. I thought I’d never see you again.”“What happened to you?” Frank asked, holding her at arm’s length to study her face. “Who took you?”Without hesitation, Kimberley pointed at me. “She did.”“What?” Brianna’s head sn

Hazel’s POVI stopped dead in the hallway, listening to the sound of my baby in distress. I moved toward the sound before I could think.“You can’t go in there,” one of the guards said, stepping into my path.“That’s my son.”“Alpha’s orders. No contact.”I bawled with frustration. My son needed me, and they were keeping me from him. His cries got louder, more frantic. I stopped there and listened to the noises coming from inside the room, my chest rising and falling.“For the love of the goddess, make it stop!” Kimberley’s voice, shrill with annoyance.“I’m trying, miss,” Alice replied nervously. “He won’t take the bottle.”“Then make him take it! You’re the nanny—do something!”My eyes clamped shut. I could not take it. How could this woman ever be a mother to any child, let alone mine?“He’s used to nursing, miss. He doesn’t want the formula. Maybe if we called—”“Absolutely not. That woman is not coming near him.”Liam screamed harder, and I heard Alice trying to shush him, but her

Hazel’s POV“He was only twenty when the Rogues killed him,” my client Kendra whispered, tears streaming down her face. “My boy…my beautiful boy.”“Tell me about him. What was his name?”“Dylan.” She pressed a hand to her chest like the name physically hurt. It probably did. Liam’s name still made my chest ache and it’d been six years. “He had these bright green eyes, just like mine. Used to light up whenever he saw me coming home.”My throat tightened. Green eyes. Liam had Ulysses’s green eyes when he was born. Did they still sparkle when he smiled? Did anyone even make him smile, or had Ulysses taught him to be as cold and heartless as his father?“What did Dylan love to do?” I asked.“Read stories. Oh, he devoured every book he could get his hands on.” Kendra’s face softened with memory. “Even as a little pup, maybe five or six years old, he’d curl up in my lap and beg me to read to him again and again.”Six years old, like Liam was now. Was he learning to read? Did anyone read him

Hazel’s POV“That’s why I didn’t hesitate when I found you bleeding and broken six years ago,” Elena said as we released each other. “I saw myself in you—a mother torn from her child. I loved you like you were the daughter I lost.”I wiped my tears as I looked at this woman who’d saved me, who’d taught me everything I knew about healing minds. All this time, I thought she’d helped me out of simple kindness, that she’d have done the same for anyone else.“You loved me like I was your own.”“Because in my heart, you were. Are.”She reached across the table and took my hands. Her fingers were so warm, so comforting. My throat closed up. After my own parents chose Kimberley so easily, Elena had chosen me.“I’ve spent twenty-six years missing my daughter, wondering if she’s safe, if she’s happy. I don’t want you to live with that same regret.”“But Elena—”“No.” Her voice was firm. “You won’t let your child become a lifelong burden and pain like mine became. You’re going back, and you’re go