Chapter 3 – where is my son?

"Mom, I’m glad you’re back," a child’s voice rang out, sharp with relief and fear. "This vile woman wanted to take me away."

"Don’t worry, little champ," another voice answered gently, firm with authority. "No one can take you away from us. Your father would never allow it."

The voices reached Luna Seraphine long before she could open her eyes.

They drifted in and out of her consciousness, echoing through her mind like fragments of a dream she did not want to remember.

When her lashes finally fluttered open, the familiar wooden beams of the pack house ceiling came into view, recognizable, yet distant, as though she were seeing them through water.

How she had gotten here, she had no idea. The last clear memory burned vividly in her mind: her knees giving way, her body collapsing as the maternity test result slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor.

But that made no sense. No, her heart thundered painfully against her ribs. She had been pregnant after that night. The night Ravyn forced himself on her.

The night that bound her to him in a marriage she always desired.

She carried that pregnancy for nine long months, enduring the pain, the nausea, the exhaustion, and every other discomfort that came with it.

She went into labor, screamed, bled. She heard the sharp, unmistakable cry of a newborn before the world went black and exhaustion dragged her under. She had given birth so what exactly was going on?

Alpha Ravyn’s cold, merciless eyes were the first thing she saw clearly. They bored into hers with unrestrained fury. "How dare you try to steal my son from me?" he growled. "Do you have a death wish?"

Corvine stepped forward, helping her sit upright. Every

sly, victorious smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction

chest. "I had a son that night. If Bryan isn’t mine, then

the coldness in his eyes deepened, turning lethal. "You really think," he said cruelly, "that after tricking me into bed that night, I would allow you to keep

"Daisy was also in labor that night," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion. "I made sure

her restraint snapping. Her

was faster, stronger. With brutal ease, he flipped her off him and

the impact rattling her

towering over her, "but don’t forget I am still

limbs trembling, her mind mercilessly blank. "No," she whispered hoarsely.

corrected without hesitation. "I made sure she never saw the light of day. Her ashes were used to lay the foundation

knees buckled beneath her weight, her vision blurring as the meaning of his words sank

had given up everything for Bryan, including the antidote to his

without hesitation for a child whose parents

If she had accepted the divorce earlier, this truth would have stayed buried forever. Ravyn would never have

voice breaking for the first time. It was unusual for her to defend herself, but she thought that maybe,

You paid a waiter to spike my drink. If not for you, Daisy would have been Luna. You should have known better than

color. She regretted trying to explain it. Ravyn’s mind had been carved with what

the man you loved, and another to discover that the same man had murdered your child. There were no words for

finally shining in her eyes, "that child

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