Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna
Ellen EdgarDark RomanceWerewolfSteamyDemonHidden IdentityHybridBetrayalRevengeSecond Chance
Marcus was moving at three-quarter speed, his right arm pressed to his side, his face set in the rigid neutrality of someone concentrating very hard on not showing what something costs.
Darius had Soren.
Our son had fallen asleep.
Of all the things I had imagined about this night—the fighting, the wards, Malachar, the descent—I had not imagined Soren falling asleep against his father's chest halfway down a vampire's mountain, one hand still wrapped around the hilt of his wooden sword, completely and utterly unconscious.
"Is he—" I started.
"Asleep," Darius said. He sounded like a man who had been handed something he did not know how to carry without breaking it and had been terrified of that