Page 56 of Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

The resurgence inside me is intense. For the first time in my life, I feel one with my wolf, Titan. My human and wolf are deeply enmeshed in one body.

And the reason why is right here in front of me.

The kid is safe. He’s mine.

I scoop him up in my arms, cradling him tight against my chest, whispering, “Don’t cry,” repeatedly. The need to soothe him is paramount.

The boy quiets, his tiny arms wrapping around my neck as he hides his face in the crook of it. His trust is like a balm to my soul.

As loud cheers and howls ring out, I realize a large number of pack members has gathered around us.

The murmurs aren’t so subtle. Everyone knows what’s happening. I know they’ve waited for this moment for the last six months.

My wolf has returned, and with him, my connection to the pack. The mind-link buzzes to life, a flurry of voices asking if this is Titan.

“Yes,” I confirm, cradling my son closer. Everyone erupts into a mad cheer.

Holding him tight in my arms, I’m still just breathing in his happy scent when I hear a faint question in the middle of the cacophony.

“How did he get here?”

My eyes widen.Fuck!Seren is here. She has to be.

The shock of my son’s arrival and my wolf’s return momentarily made me forget everything else, but knowing she could be around has me snapping back into action.

I scan the area, but there’s no sign of her.

I pull the boy back, wanting to look at his face and wondering if he can talk, but he sees my face and murmurs “Mama,” before letting out an ear-piercing wail.

Fuck!

“Everyone,” I scream, activating the pack link so whoever’s not here can listen in. “My fated mate, Seren, is here somewhere. Search every corner of town. Every hotel room, every street, every transportation center. Check the surveillance footage at all key points.”

My mind starts racing. What would I do if I were in her place? Where would I go?

Knowing her, she wouldn’t stick around for even a minute.

But she couldn’t have gone far. This time I’ll find her and make her stay.

“Get the car out,” I command the gamma on duty. He blinks at me. “We’re going to the airport. Right now.”

Within minutes, we’re in the car, tearing down the highway toward the airport. She wouldn’t leave without her son.

We couldn’t have covered more than a mile when my son, resting on my lap, suddenly pulls away. His face is green. Panic shines in his eyes.

“Stop the car,” I say, and I’ve barely opened the door when he hops out and starts retching right by the side of the road.

I swiftly follow him and rub his back as gently as possible, but he starts crying again once his stomach empties. I grab a water bottle from the trunk, wanting to wash his face and help him rinse his mouth, but he snatches the bottle from me, proceeding to do it himself.

I feel something inside me break when he rejects my touch.

Instead of getting back in the car, he sits on the pavement, and within moments he is dry heaving. That’s when I notice little red boils all over his face and neck.

Panic floods my insides. What’s happening to him?

Bundling him into my arms, I rush back to the car, keeping him close despite his fidgeting.

“Turn the car around. Take us to the pack hospital. Quickly!”

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