Shattered moonlight

od for pleasantries and congratulations; there was nothing to celebrate. My father was dead, and my mate had killed him. All my life, I had longed for my mate. Fro

. I glared back at Blair and raised my hand, slapping her across the face. She grunted as she sat up, holding her cheek that was already red because of the slap, but I didn't care. "Slone, I promise you I didn't kill Alpha James. You have to believe me," she pleaded, but I wasn't listening. My eyes fell on the little bed by her bed, and my heart stopped as I stared at the baby on the bed. He was her spitting image. With shaky hands, I reached for him and held him in my arms, all sorts of emotions attacking me all at once. Of all of them, I could detect protectiveness. "Where is his brother or sister?" I asked her, not taking my eyes off the child in my arms. She sighed heavily, which forced me to look at her. "He died, Slone," she explained, and I felt a hand squeeze my heart. "He had trouble breathing in the night, and before we could......." I grabbed her neck with one hand, balancing the child in the other, anger and bitterness washing over me. "You killed him. You're a murderer." She shook her head as she struggled to set herself free, but I only tightened my hold on her neck. "Sl........one.....ple........." I stepped back and released her neck, breathing heavily. "You are going to pay for everything you have done, Blair, I promise you that." I didn't wait for her to say anything else as I walked out of the hospital ward with the little boy in my arms. He looked so tiny, so innocent, I couldn't help but smile despite the anger and coldness in my heart. "I will protect you," I told him as I walked out of the hospital with him in my arms. *** "I am so sorry," Stella whispered, patting me on the shoulder