“What is that about, Michael?” Kathy’s voice sliced through the stillness of the Alpha’s study — sharp, cold, and measured. The air inside the room was thick with tension, the faint scent of pine smoke from the hearth mixing with the heavy musk of power that always seemed to radiate from him when he was agitated.
Michael stood by the tall window, the night sky casting a faint silver glow across his broad shoulders. Outside, the moon was high — a reminder of what they were, of what they once could have been. His fists clenched at his sides.
“I just want to meet my son, Kathy,” he said, his voice low but weighted with years of restraint.
Kathy’s eyes flickered toward the small boy curled up on the couch — Leo, their son. Her expression softened briefly before she turned to the omega stand
