The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze.In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce."It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it.But that’s not how Leo saw it.He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.Every time I told him to say "Alpha," he would hesitate before murmuring the word.But today, he said it on his own.It rolled off his tongue, smooth and final, as if he’d rehearsed it in his heart a thousand times.Seeing us stunned, Leo took my hand. "Go on, Alpha," he said to Bruce. "You're busy."Then he looked at me."Let's go, Mom."He pulled me into the photo studio.The family portrait had been Bruce’s idea, a way to make up for missing Leo’s birthday.Leo had been looking forward to it for two weeks.I followed him woodenly, my heart twisted with a bitter pang.It all started with a rec
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