Jeremy's POV
I held my struggling, hysterical son tightly as the royal limo drove away with the woman I love. Poor Nicholas just kept calling for his mother, and it took everything I had to not breakdown. Once the limo was out of sight, I walked back towards the packhouse. Our pack slowly dispursed. Alpha Phillip and Luna Melinda watched as I approached them.
Luna gently stroked Nick's back. "My poor grandpup." She had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you want us to take him?"
I shook my head. I was going to worry about my son. "I got this, Luna," I spoke quietly as I brushed past her and my parents. I walked into the packhouse and past my mate Esther. She said something, but I didn't listen to her. Nick was still crying, and I was focused on him. No one else mattered
