Armand moved closer to hold his mate in his arms. He kissed him on the forehead. Letting go, he began to dress. “Let’s talk.”
He picked Sean up and put him back on the sofa and sat down next to him.
“Your mother was impregnated by a loup-garou. When Dr. Artis was here yesterday, he took a blood sample. Half of your genes are ours. In fact you are more than half loup-garou, someone else in your family tree must have mated one of our people.”
“You told me that wolves couldn’t produce live sperm unless the wolves are mated.”
“That’s true. Something must have happened to your father to prevent him from coming back to your mother. Ours is a violent world. Just as in natural wolf packs, we challenge for leadership. Although a good Alpha is not challenged because everyone is aware that a good Alpha makes for a good life for the pack.”
“Why do Pierre and Meg call you Alpha?”