Ex-Mate and Son Begged Me Back

On my five-year-old son Oliver's birthday, I baked him his favorite allergy-safe cake and he said he wanted my husband's secretary, Rachel, to be his mom.

While I worked hard for my husband and son to have a privileged life, they went to an amusement park with Rachel to eat ice cream together.

I still worked overtime to treat him when Oliver openly denied that I was his mother in the kindergarten and claimed that Rachel was his "biological mother".

I still believe his assurances even after I discovered a photograph of my husband Derek and Rachel from before we met.

I thought being Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack meant I could mend any wound, but some betrayals cut too deep for even the strongest magic to heal.

As it is, it's time for them to know how much I paid for our perfect little family. It's time for them to pay me back for everything I've given them.

Birthday Wishes

Olivia's POV:

"I want Rachel to be my mommy."

Today is my son Oliver's 5th birthday, and I couldn't help but feel my heart shatter when he made his wish. Standing before his birthday cake, his small voice rang out clear and determined: "I want Rachel to be my mommy."

The words hit me like a physical blow. Rachel - my mate Derek's secretary. The woman who's been spending more and more time with my son lately.

As the Head Healer of Blood Moon Pack, my schedule is always packed. Our pack depends on my healing abilities, and the income I bring in keeps our family afloat. Derek's werewolf medicine company hasn't been doing well lately, and most of our expenses rely on my salary.

I've had to make compromises. Sometimes, I ask Rachel to help with picking up and dropping off Oliver at school. I knew Oliver was fond of her, but this... this was something else entirely.

"Sweetheart," I started, my voice barely above a whisper, "you know that's not how it-"I was about to explain to him that he could only have one mother when the door swung open.

Derek walked in with Rachel right behind him, carrying a beautifully decorated buttercream cake. My stomach clenched at the sight.

"Happy birthday, my precious boy!" Rachel's voice dripped with sweetness, her perfect smile lighting up her face. She was wearing a new dress, I noticed - exactly the shade of blue that Oliver had recently declared his favorite color.

Oliver's face lit up like a full moon. "Rachel!" Oliver's squeal of delight felt like claws raking across my heart. He launched himself at her, nearly knocking the cake from her hands. "You came! And you brought me a special cake!"

"Of course I did, angel." Rachel balanced the cake in one hand while running the other through Oliver's hair. "I remembered how you said you wanted a buttercream cake just like the one in the bakery window."

"You're the best, Rachel! Better than-" Oliver caught himself,