Chapter 116

Melanie’s POV

My wolf and I were officially at war—and by war, I mean total, unadulterated obsession with one impossible guy. Asher. Yeah, I knew his name, and yeah, I rolled my eyes at myself every time I thought it. It was almost identical to the precious little nickname I’d given my son, Theo, and that should’ve been enough to make me hate it. But instead it just made my wolf purr.

Names meant nothing, though. I’d been through the full-court press of obsessive mate bullshit once: five glorious minutes of “OMG he’s perfect” followed by a faceful of claws and the cold shoulder from the pack. My old alpha—SD—had managed to beat me so badly my wolf spit him out like bad sushi. Then the pack chose him, not me, and poof, I was persona non grata: homeless, pregnant, and voted Most Likely to Ruin Pack Morale. Fun times.

Vivienne—my best friend/mom hybrid—didn’t know half of it. She didn’t need to. Theo’s birth father? An angel in her eyes. I planned to keep it th