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 anymor