My Revenge After Alpha Mate Chose Bastard Over Our Son
My three-year-old son, Ethan, strayed into rogue territory and was brutally murdered. When the news reached me, I blacked out.
I woke up to my Alpha mate, Alexander, gripping my hand tightly. His voice was hoarse with grief. "Ivy, I swear I will avenge Ethan. I will tear those damned rogues apart with my own claws."
But three days later, at the funeral, I overheard a conversation between Alexander and his Beta, Marcus.
"Alpha, I don't understand," Marcus sounded confused. "Why didn't you let the pack doctor save Ethan? He was only critically injured. If we had acted in time..."
"It was Lucas. He accidentally pushed Ethan toward the rogue territory," Alexander’s voice was laced with pain. "