My Alpha Mate and Pup Regret Hating Me
Three years after faking my death, my Alpha mate Caius appeared before me with our pup.
My seven-year-old pup, Marcus, held a silver sword dangerously close to my mom's chest.
Caius stood in front of me and looked at me affectionately. "Come back, Natasha. Marcus can't live without you, and neither can I. Do you really want to stand by and watch your mom die right in front of you?"
I looked at my mom's weary expression and finally agreed to Caius's demand.
From that day on, I became known as the Luna of the pack.
When Caius went out late at night, I no longer stopped him from going to his lover, Elena.
When Marcus threw a tantrum and refused to eat the food I cooked, I would call Elena