I had tolerated everything before this. His constant absence. His coldness when he spilled Alex’s cake. His rejection of our den.
But I would not tolerate anyone hurting my son.
“Theo,” my voice was ice. “Are you going to let them talk about your son this way?”
Theo’s lip curled in disgust. “It is Alex’s fault for being so weak. Must have inherited it from his Omega mother.”
The mate bond in my chest felt like it was freezing over.
Theo turned away, wrapping an arm around Sarah’s shoulders.
“Come on, Marcus. Let’s go get those rewards I promised you. Your physical test results were outstanding today.”
“Can I get the silver training knife, Dad? The one you showed me yesterday?”
“Of course, champion. Anything for my strong little Beta.”
I looked down at my son’s tear-stained face, his burns still angry red against his pale skin.
In that moment, something inside me shattered completely.
As they walked away, leaving Alex trembling in my arms, I finally said:
“Let’s dissolve the mate bond.”
