Any Leftover Cake? It’s My Son's Birthday—Unaware The Alpha King Behind Her Heard Everything
Chapter 1: Echoes of the Moonlit Bite The flour-dusted counters of Sweet Whispers Bakery gleamed under the warm glow of the overhead lamps, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits across the tiled floor. Bridget Hargrove, at twenty-eight, had carved out a life here in Eldridge Hollow—a quaint town nestled at the foot of the Silvermoon Mountains, where whispers of old legends about shape-shifters and ancient pacts with the land still lingered in the elders' tales. She didn't believe in fairy stories, though; reality was Finn's laughter, the ache in her feet after a twelve-hour shift, and the constant juggle of bills that threatened to topple her fragile stability. Today, of all days, that fragility felt like a crack in fine china. Finn's fifth birthday. Her son, with his mop of unruly black curls and eyes that shifted from stormy gray to flecks of gold in the sunlight—eyes that haunted her dreams, reminding her of a night she both cherished and regretted. ...