** Ryder’s POV **
I’m a father. There’s no doubt about it. This boy is mine. A good mix of me and his mother.
The boy runs to me like I’m some kind of long-lost hero. I’m not. I’m the bad guy in this scenario. The selfish villain that left his mother alone and pregnant so I could live a life without her.
It doesn’t matter that I did it with the best intentions for her, because it turns out it was the worst thing I could have done.
My son wraps his tiny arms around my legs. He has no fear. Something deep within him knows I am his sire. That we are pack.
My wolf hums with pride under my skin, but there’s a sadness there, too. A mourning for everything we have missed in our son’s life.
There’s so much I need to say. So much I should tell him, but I can’t form the words. I can only marve
