After My Son Died, I Gave Up The Luna Title
It was a full moon, and my mate, Alpha Ethan, bailed on our son's coming-of-age ceremony rehearsal.
All because his Omega mistress, Scarlett, was in heat.
Then, during the actual ceremony, our son Caleb was ambushed by a rival pack.
By the time I heard the news, Caleb had been shot. He was dead, lying in a pool of his own blood.
I knelt beside him, completely breaking down, when Ethan's voice, faking an apology, came through the mind link:
"Sorry, Scarlett needs me. I'm sure Caleb can handle things. Just make sure Caleb gets some rest early, don't let him run around and mess up tomorrow's celebration."
I looked at my son's broken body, my voice trembling, "He won't be running anywhere anymore."
"Good," Ethan said, sounding pleased. "Scarlett's bloodline is purer. She's better suited to give the Stone Pack strong heirs. You should understand."
I cut the link.
After I committed my son's body to the flames, I found the secret ritual to break a mate bond and contacted a wolf I hadn't spoken to in a long, long time:
"The protection wards on Stone Pack territory are down. You can make your move."