A bitter pain was welling up her throat. "I didn't want to be one of your Omegas you kept in reserve because I gave you your son. And I sure as hell did not want my son being used in your Alpha pack political games."

Luthor laughed cruelly, "I'm the Alpha, Sharon, and I will do with my son what I want."

Her response was like a whip crack, "Like hell you will."

The stench of his rage filled the air, an undertone of ozone to it. "You don't speak to me like that. Not if you don't want me to discipline you right here, right now."

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