I Switched My Alpha Heir Back

I opened my eyes to the harsh glare of the hospital lights.

The sharp smell of disinfectant flooded my hfourened senses, sending a wave of pain through my head.

"Claire, look. His nose is just like yours."

Ryan sat beside my bed, smiling as he played with the baby.

I stared at him, my heart suddenly tightening.

Then, in the next second, everything became clear.

I had been reborn.

Reborn on the very day I had given birth to my child.

I slowly turned my head toward the bassinet beside the bed.

The little kid inside was waving his tiny arms, his face red from crying.

There was a distinct red birthmark on his right little toe.

I recognized him at a glance.

This wasn't my son.

This was Ethan, the ungrateful wretch who had betrayed me in my previous life.

The child Isabella and Ryan had stolen from me.

In my previous life, I had always believed he was my biological son.

I had devoted my entire life to raising him.

Until I became gravely ill and lay helpless in bed, and he pulled out my oxygen tube with his own hands.

Only after I died did I learn that the truth was far more cruel than I had ever imagined.

My real son had been taken away by Isabella on the very day he was born.

They wanted Isabella's son to take my child's identity, inherit my Alpha bloodline on paper, and one day claim my father's pack.

Meanwhile, my real son was deliberately ruined by her, little by little, until he died just before his wolf awakening.

Thinking of that, I looked at Ryan, hatred surging so violently through my chest that it felt ready to burst out of me.

Just then, a baby's cry suddenly came from the room next door.

The smile vanished from Ryan's face.

He turned sharply toward the sound.

That room belonged to his first love—Isabella.

And that cry belonged to my real son.

My heart clenched painfully.

Thank God.

He was still alive.

This time, I would never let them lay a hand on him.

Isabella and I had both had uncomplicated vaginal deliveries, so neither of us needed anyone to stay with us overnight.

A little after three in the morning, after making sure Ryan was fast asleep, I quietly got out of bed.

I picked up my son and slipped into the room next door.

Before long, the two babies had been switched back.

The moment I held him, my wolf settled for the first time since I opened my eyes. My son was finally back in my arms.

But it wasn't long before Isabella's furious curses came from the room next door.

"Why won't you stop crying?!"

"All you ever do is cry! You're driving me insane!"

I lowered my head and gently stroked my son's soft cheek.

He lay quietly curled up in my arms.

My son, in this life, Mom will protect you no matter what.

As for Isabella, wasn't she so fond of abusing children?

Then she could raise her own biological son.

I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she discovered that the "pure-blood Alpha heir" she had fought so desperately to steal was nothing more than an ordinary kid.