My Alpha Brought His Bastard Home, So I Rejected Him

My fifth year as Luna, and it was the first time my Alpha, Marcus, sat down to have breakfast with me alone.

But a three-year-old boy was sitting right next to him.

“Catherine’s husband passed away last month. She’s struggling to raise the boy alone. We grew up together, and I can't just stand by. I'm bringing them to live here for a while.”

The boy looked up. His features were almost identical to Marcus’s.

I froze.

Not because of his face, but because I couldn't smell a thing.

A three-year-old pup was sitting right in front of me, yet I couldn't scent him.