My fated mate never loved me, and he forbade our son from calling him Dad.
For 6 years, every time Theo slipped up, Damian made him stand on the training ground and repeat "Alpha" 100 times.
Then Damian's first love returned to the pack, pregnant with another man's child.
Damian delivered the baby himself. Afterward, he stood before the incubator and fastened the moonstone of the Blackthorn bloodline around the baby girl's neck.
"From now on, call me Dad."
Still burning with fever, Theo stood behind me and whispered, "Mom, do I have a little sister now?"
I covered his eyes and sent the Lycan King of the North the reply I should have sent 3 years ago.
"I accept the position as your chief healer."
If Damian only wanted to be someone else's father, I would give him exactly what he wanted.
From that moment on, my son didn't need a father either.
