The Christmas I Forgave Him

She was mine until the moment I left. Now she’s got my son. My name in her mouth. And every reason to hate me. I came back to bury my father. I didn’t expect to find her on that porch—with fire in her eyes and a six-year-old boy who looks exactly like me. She thinks I’ll walk away again. She doesn’t know me anymore. I’m not the man who left her to chase numbers and noise. I’m the man who will kneel in the snow, beg like a sinner, and burn every bridge I built to earn a second chance. Because I missed six Christmases, six birthdays, six years of his life. Now I’m not missing a single second more. Read on for secret babies, desperate grovels, Christmas Eve kisses, and an alpha who begs like a sinner on holy ground. HEA Guaranteed! View Less