I was enjoying life. Things were going smoothly. Wren is healing well from labor, our pup is healthy, the pack was thrilled about our son’s birth, and we were enjoying some time with our friends. Graven and I often talked about raising our families together. Granted, I became hard to the idea of having a family, and the man standing in my living room is thanks for that. My father and I do not get along. He’s a cruel man. He ran this pack with one goal in mind. How to make the most amount of money. He didn’t care about the lives he ruined, the lives he took, or anyone who got in his way of achieving his goals. He killed my mother. My mom was a breeder, an omega that he used. He killed her shortly after I was born. To him, she served her purpose, and there was no need for her. My father is also responsible for the death of Wren’s parents and countless other omegas. He’s the main reason I wanted to change certain things within the pack, like getting rid of the program that bred and ki
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