Alien Daddy’s War Pup

She hid my son.

Raised him on drawings and bedtime lies. Now I’m his teacher. And the second I see those eyes—my eyes—I stop pretending. I don’t care what I was. Don’t care who I burned. He’s mine. She’s mine.

And I’m done playing house. I’ll build him a world worth inheriting. Or I’ll raze this one to ash. She says I’m too dangerous to be a father. She’s right. I sharpened my claws for war.

Now I use them to pack his lunch.

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