Chapter 13

** Ryder’s POV ** I’m a father. There’s no doubt about it. This boy is mine. A good mix of me and his mother. The boy runs to me like I’m some kind of long-lost hero. I’m not. I’m the bad guy in this scenario. The selfish villain that left his mother alone and pregnant so I could live a life without her. It doesn’t matter that I did it with the best intentions for her, because it turns out it was the worst thing I could have done. My son wraps his tiny arms around my legs. He has no fear. Something deep within him knows I am his sire. That we are pack. My wolf hums with pride under my skin, but there’s a sadness there, too. A mourning for everything we have missed in our son’s life. There’s so much I need to say. So much I should tell him, but I can’t form the words. I can only marvel at this tiny human that I helped create. He is perfect. I place a hand on his head, the only affection my stunned body is capable of right now. I can barely breathe as emotion threatens to strangle me. My