LOGINFallon Whitaker’s POV
"I did not mean to hide it, I just did not want you to blame her," Finley whispered, his small shoulders trembling as he clutched the edge of his woolen tunic.
His amber pup eyes swam with sudden tears, terrified that Fallon would direct her anger toward Sable.
Sable was so gentle, so effortlessly graceful in the eyes of the pack—how could the boy bear the thought of Fallon scolding her?
Afraid Fallon might press for more details,
Fallon Whitaker’s POV"I did not mean to hide it, I just did not want you to blame her," Finley whispered, his small shoulders trembling as he clutched the edge of his woolen tunic.His amber pup eyes swam with sudden tears, terrified that Fallon would direct her anger toward Sable.Sable was so gentle, so effortlessly graceful in the eyes of the pack—how could the boy bear the thought of Fallon scolding her?Afraid Fallon might press for more details, Finley reached his little arms upward with a whimper. "Mom, will you hold me?"Fallon’s instincts flared to pull him against her chest, but she caught herself, remembering the fragile new life taking root inside her womb.She gently touched his fever-warmed hair instead. "My wolf feels weak today, little one. How about your Alpha father holds you?"Finley’s lower lip jutted out in a wounded pout. This was the first time Fallon had ever turned away from his embrac
Fallon Whitaker’s POV"Callahan, look at me for two seconds!"Fallon’s voice cracked across the foyer of Blackridge Manor, raw and desperate, while her fingers crushed the plastic pregnancy test so hard her knuckles turned white.Callahan Pierce froze halfway to the front door, his broad shoulders stiff under his tailored coat as his dark Alpha gaze dropped toward her clenched fist."Dad, hurry up!" Finley’s impatient shout rang out from the open threshold, instantly snapping Callahan’s attention away before he could ask what she was hiding."Coming, buddy," Callahan murmured, a soft smile touching his mouth that he never once gave his own Luna.He scooped Finley up into his arms, turned his back on Fallon without a single backward glance, and walked straight out of the manor.Fallon stood rooted to the tile, her wolf whimpering inside her chest until the low rumble of Callahan’s SUV faded completely down the mountain road.Her knees finally buckled, and she caught herself against the
What urgent pack business could Callahan possibly have with her at this ungodly hour? There is only one answer: the severance of their mate bond.Yet, how is she supposed to break this catastrophic news to Finley?These are adult matters soaked in blood and betrayal; an innocent little wolf should never be dragged into the wreckage of a broken pact."Mom, please come home with me!" Finley tugs insistently at Fallon's sleeve, looking up with big, liquid amber eyes that know how to disarm her completely. "Please? I haven't seen Dad in days, and I miss him!"Fallon lets out a long, shuddering sigh of pure defeat. "Very well. I will take you back to the pack house first.""Yay!" Finley cheers, his face lighting up with absolute joy. "You're the best mom ever!"Fallon strokes his hair, her fingers trembling against his warm scalp as a heavy knot tightens in her throat.After five years of surviving in the shadow of the Pierce Pack, she realizes Finley's fierce, unconditional devotion is th
Fallon Whitaker stands by the threshold of her workshop, her sharp eyes fixed on Callahan Pierce as the Alpha’s aristocratic features remain carved in absolute ice."I am departing for the northern territory on pack business," Callahan declares, his voice cutting through the quiet room like a frosty blade. "Sable cannot manage our son alone while I am gone, so you will keep him in your quarters until I return."Fallon feels a wave of pure exhaustion pulling her down, her patience worn completely thin by his arrogant demands."Fine," Fallon snaps, her voice dripping with venom. "When you return to retrieve him, bring the severed bond papers with you."With that final jab, she scoops Finley into her arms and retreats deep into her private office, slamming the heavy door behind her.Callahan lingers outside in the hallway for a brief second, his dark gaze tracing the empty space where she vanished.Without another sound, he turns on his heel, locks the outer studio gate behind him, and v
Callahan POV"Look what I brought home for you, my sweet pup," Sable coos, her voice dripping with syrupy warmth as she sets a life-sized carved silver wolf figurine onto the plush rug.Finley’s amber eyes widen with instant delight. "It's the Silverfang Guardian!""Do you love it?" Sable gently strokes his dark curls, her smile radiant. "I had to pull every favor with the northern pack elders just to track this down for you.""Thank you, Mom!" Finley’s bright, eager voice bounces off the velvet walls. "You're the best!"Sable lets out a soft, dramatic sob, wiping a dry corner of her eye with a lace handkerchief. "You finally called me Mom, my brave little wolf.""Dad talked to me on the drive over," Finley explains, setting the silver figurine down carefully before standing up to hand Sable a tissue, his small hands surprisingly gentle. "He told me you carried me under your heart and fought to keep me safe. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. I promise I'll be good from now on."At th
Fallon POVCallahan Pierce steps out of the black Bentley, his broad shoulders filling the crisp morning air as he strides across the gravel driveway of the Pierce Pack House, his jaw tightly clenched.Fallon Whitaker stumbles back another step, her palm pressed flat against her lower abdomen as a wave of dizziness makes the world tilt.Inside the grand doorway, young Finley is still screaming her name, his small hands clawing frantically against the guards who hold him back."Mom! Don't let them take me!" Finley's voice cracks, raw and desperate, echoing off the stone pillars of the pack house.Callahan freezes halfway to the steps, his sharp, dark gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene before landing squarely on Fallon.The heavy scent of pine and dominant alpha authority rolls off him in thick, suffocating waves, making Fallon's wolf whimper in sudden, involuntary submission."What is the meaning of this racket?" Callahan demands, his deep voice carrying the absolute, unquestionable







