My Cheating Alpha Turned Our Pup Against Me, So I Sterilized Him

“Mom, you don’t smell like moonlight anymore. I want to leave you.” Just like any other night, I sat by Liam’s bedside, flipping through an old fairy tale book before bed. The moonstone in his room glowed softly, a protective gem I specially requested from the Silver Moon temple when he was born. But on this night, seemingly perfect in its tranquility, my five-year-old son suddenly blurted out those words. I froze for a full three seconds, my heart felt like it stopped in that moment. “Sweetheart, why would you say something like that?” I forced a smile, reaching out to stroke his forehead. Liam dodged my hand, curling further into his blankets. In his eyes, there was a sense of distance—something strange, something taught. “Because I don’t want you anymore,” he replied, his voice small yet crystal clear. “Daddy said there’s someone who smells better than you.”

Oleh dumo