"Is that blue invitation for Sienna?" I asked, blocking Eli’s path to the front door.

He gripped the straps of his backpack, his knuckles turning white. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The paper that fell out of your bag yesterday," I pressed, keeping my tone steady. "The Mother's Day Showcase."

The heavy oak door swung open. Carter stepped inside, brushing morning dew off his leather jacket.

Eli immediately darted behind Carter's legs, peering around his father's knees. "The school said anyone who takes care of me can come," my son muttered, his eyes darting to the floorboards. "I didn't want you to make it a huge deal."

Carter rested a heavy hand on Eli’s shoulder. "He needs space, Lena. You’ve smothered the boy ever since the wolf fever three years ago."

My fingernails dug into my palms. The sting grounded me. "Smothered him? He spent three weeks in the isolation ward. You were busy securing council votes. I sat by that glass every single night. I hand-sewed the blue plush wolf sitting on his pillow right now."

Carter sighed, adjusting his silver watch strap. "No one denies what you did. But you can't expect him to only need you forever."

"I expect him to not replace me with a houseguest," I shot back.

"She isn't just a houseguest," Carter warned, his voice dropping an octave. "She is pack. And she is grieving."

The words stripped my past sacrifices down to an expired service contract. I stared at my husband, the man I gave up my future for, and found only mild annoyance in his eyes. He didn't see a mother fighting for her son. He saw a nuisance.

"The event is canceled anyway," Eli told me an hour later, right before running out to Carter's truck for school.

At noon, my phone vibrated on the kitchen counter. A notification from the academy parent portal flashed across the screen. New Photos Uploaded: Mother's Day Showcase.

I tapped the alert. A picture loaded on the screen. Eli stood on a stage, holding a microphone, smiling next to a woman in a silk blouse.

I grabbed my keys and drove straight to the school.

Parents already filled the folding chairs in the auditorium. The room smelled of cheap floor wax and stale perfume. I slipped through the double doors just as Eli climbed the wooden steps to the stage for the final presentation.

Sienna walked right behind him. A handmade paper badge rested against her chest. The crayon letters read: Mom for a Day.

"This is the family who came with me today," Eli announced into the microphone, grinning up at her.

Mrs. Gable, the homeroom teacher, spotted me standing by the exit. Her smile faltered. She stepped away from the podium and hurried over, her flats squeaking on the linoleum.

"Luna Lena," she whispered, glancing between me and the stage. "Was there a mix-up with the invitations? We had a seat reserved for you."

Eli dropped the microphone. The feedback shrieked through the speakers. He jogged to the edge of the stage, glaring at me. "She's very busy. Sienna volunteered to come."

I didn't correct my son. I didn't march up and rip the badge off the intruder. I walked to the last row of metal chairs and sat down. The cold steel chilled my legs.

For the next hour, I watched them. I watched Eli laugh at Sienna’s jokes. I watched him hand her a folded piece of construction paper.

The bold marker writing on the front was large enough to read from the back row. To the mom who actually listens to me.

The double doors creaked open during the final applause. Carter walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of white roses.

He handed them to Sienna the second she stepped off the stage. "To celebrate a not-so-painful first Mother's Day," he told her, his voice carrying over the chatter of departing parents.

Sienna buried her face in the petals. "They are beautiful, Carter. Thank you."

I stepped out from the shadow of the back row.

Carter froze. The roses dipped slightly in his grip.

"Did you know he lied to me?" I asked, keeping my voice deadpan. "Did you know he told me this was canceled?"

Carter checked Eli’s reaction. My son shrank behind Sienna’s skirt, hiding his face.

"He was afraid you'd get mad," Carter said, stepping between me and them. "And interrogating him in public proves his point."

"I am asking you, Carter. Did you know?"

He didn't answer. His silence was a confession.

Sienna touched Carter’s arm, offering a soft, apologetic smile. She held out the construction paper card toward me. "He just feels bad I don't have kids of my own to celebrate with. You should take it."

Before my fingers could brush the paper, Eli snatched it away.

"No," Eli snapped, clutching the card to his chest. "I made this for her, not you."

Carter’s brow furrowed, but he didn't tell Eli to apologize. He didn't correct the disrespect. Instead, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me toward the exit.

"Drop it," Carter warned under his breath. "Don't force an eight-year-old to pick sides between two women."

I yanked my arm out of his grip. "He didn't pick sides. You chose for him."

The Alpha House felt suffocating when we returned. I walked straight to the kitchen and ripped the handwritten dinner menu off the refrigerator door. Beef stew. Eli's favorite.

Carter tossed his keys into the ceramic bowl on the counter. "Don't bother cooking. We're taking Sienna out to The Rusty Anchor. It was her late husband's favorite spot."

I crumpled the menu into a tight ball and dropped it in the trash.

Eli ran into the kitchen, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He avoided my gaze, staring at the tile floor.

"Do you want me to wait up and read your story tonight?" I asked him, leaning against the marble island.

Eli shook his head. "No. Sienna is going to tell me stories about sneaking over the Pack wall with Dad when they were young."

"Those aren't bedtime stories," I said.

"They are better than yours," Eli fired back.

He turned toward the hallway. Sienna stood by the front door, wearing Carter's oversized jacket. The sleeves swallowed her hands.

Before stepping outside, Eli paused.

He unzipped the front pocket of his backpack and pulled out a spare Mom for a Day paper badge, handing it to Sienna with a bright smile.

"You can keep this," Eli told her. "Wear it next time."

Carter stood right beside them, watching the exchange, and didn't say a single word.

"Why is her name above mine?" I slapped the permission slip onto the kitchen island.

Eli didn't look up from his cereal. He traced the rim of his bowl with his spoon.

"Mom gets mad sometimes," my son muttered. "Sienna is easier to find."

"Easier to find?" I asked, keeping my voice dangerously low. "I am your mother. I am always here."

Eli shrank into his chair, avoiding my gaze.

I stared at the black ink on the emergency contact sheet. Sienna occupied line one. My name sat on line two. Right below that, Carter's bold signature authorized the change as the Alpha guardian.

"Change it back," I told Carter, pushing the paper toward his coffee mug.

He didn't touch the sheet. He took a sip of his black coffee. "It is just an extra contact, Lena. No one is replacing you."

"You signed a document demoting your own mate."

"I signed a form so the school can reach someone if you are busy," Carter countered, his tone flat. "You are overreacting again."

I leaned over the marble counter, forcing him to meet my eyes. "If he crossed out your name and put another man as his father, would you say it was just an extra contact?"

The kitchen went dead silent. Carter set his mug down. The ceramic clinked sharply against the stone. A muscle feathered in his jaw.

"You are arguing with an eight-year-old over technicalities," Carter said, finally breaking the silence. He picked up his briefcase, turning his back to me. "Grow up, Lena."

Two hours later, the pack photographer set up his lights in the courtyard for the annual family portrait. I smoothed the skirt of my navy dress, stepping into my usual spot next to Carter under the old oak tree. The pack archives required this photo every year. Just the Alpha, the Luna, and their heir.

Eli bolted out of the frame before the flash could go off. He grabbed Sienna's wrist from the sidelines, where she had been watching from a lawn chair, and dragged her onto the grass.

"Stand right here," Eli told her, wedging her firmly between himself and Carter. "This is who we actually live with now."

I stepped back from the glare of the lighting umbrellas. "Eli, stop playing. This is the official Alpha family portrait. It is just the three of us."

Sienna lowered her head, pulling her arm out of Eli's grip. "I should step away. This is your family moment."

"We can take one private shot to make the kid happy," Carter told the photographer, raising a hand to stop him from adjusting the tripod. "Just one."

"I want this one hung in the main hall," Eli demanded, gripping Sienna's sleeve again. "Not the boring one."

"Carter, no," I said, my voice tight. "Do not turn the official Luna photo into a group shot."

"It is just a picture," he shot back, his eyes flashing with impatience. "Stand still."

I stood frozen on Carter's left side. Sienna stayed on his right. Just as the shutter clicked, Eli threw his arms around Sienna's waist and buried his face in her side. The flash blinded me for a second. In the bright glare, I realized I was the one who looked like a guest intruding on their perfect family.

The sharp scent of rubbing alcohol at the pack clinic grounded me that afternoon. I sat on the crinkling paper of the exam table while the healer handed me a small white appointment card.

"Seven weeks," the healer told me, offering a warm smile as she packed away the ultrasound gel. "Everything is stable. The pup is growing perfectly."

I tucked the appointment card behind my driver's license. I had planned to tell Carter and Eli after the award ceremony; now I wasn't sure the news would stop anything.

That fragile hope died the second I walked back into the Alpha House.

The digital social announcement screen in the foyer glowed brightly against the stone wall. The four-person photo from the courtyard dominated the display.

I read the scrolling text at the bottom twice. Alpha Blackwell and family thank the Pack for their support.

My Luna title did not exist on the screen. My name was erased.

"Members are asking if the Alpha took a second mate," Dorian said, turning the screen toward me. His face was pale. "Some are congratulating him on the new addition. Should I take this down immediately?"

"Leave it up," Carter ordered, stepping out of his office before I could answer.

"They are mistaking her for your wife," I told Carter, pointing a shaking finger at the glowing screen. "Put the three-person photo up right now."

"The picture looks warm," Carter replied, dismissing Dorian with a flick of his wrist. "There is no need to disappoint Eli over a few misunderstandings in the comment section."

"I am the Luna," I said, my voice rising, echoing off the high ceilings. "I am telling you to change the public channel."

Carter crossed the foyer, closing the distance between us. "A Luna does not command public channels out of personal insecurity."

Sienna walked down the carpeted stairs, twisting a silver ring on her finger. She stopped on the bottom step. "I can just ask Dorian to crop me out. I do not want to cause a fight between you two."

Eli sprinted past her on the steps and wrapped his arms tightly around her legs. He glared at me. "Is Mom trying to chase you away again?"

"Keep the photo exactly as it is," Carter instructed Dorian, his tone leaving no room for debate.

He grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the shadow of the hallway. His grip bruised my skin, dragging me away from the staff.

"Stop this," Carter warned, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "Do not make Eli feel he needs your permission to love someone."

"He is my son," I whispered fiercely.

"Then act like a mother, not a jealous rival," Carter snapped.

The house fell quiet by midnight. The only sound was the distant hum of the central heating. I walked through the main hall, the floorboards creaking under my bare feet.

A new silver frame sat dead center under the spotlight. The four-person photo stared back at me. Eli grinning. Sienna glowing. Carter standing tall.

I looked to the right. My wedding photo, the one that had occupied that exact spot for seven years, now sat pushed against the wall on a small wooden side cabinet. A thin layer of dust coated the glass.

I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the cold silver edge of the new frame. I lifted it off the table, ready to shove it into the nearest drawer.

Sienna stepped out of the kitchen shadows. She wore one of Carter's old gray t-shirts. She held a steaming mug of herbal tea in her left hand. A soft, satisfied smile played on her lips as she watched my hand hovering over the frame.

"Since you are already up," Sienna said, taking a slow sip from her mug. "Could you fetch me a bottle of the blackthorn digestive drops from the bottom storage cabinet?"

"Get your own medicine," I told Sienna, turning away from the refrigerator.

She stood beneath the kitchen archway in Carter's old gray T-shirt, one hand curled around the edge of the counter as if staying upright required effort. "I only need the blackthorn drops, Lena. They're on the top shelf."

"You walked down two flights of stairs to get here. You can manage a cabinet."

Her mouth tightened before the helpless expression returned. "My hands are shaking. Please. Just this once."

I looked at the brown bottle behind the glass door. Blackthorn concentrate was common in Pack homes for digestive cramps, but every healer warned against taking more than a few drops. I opened the cabinet, removed the sealed bottle, and set it on the marble island between us.

"There."

Sienna held up both hands. Her fingers trembled visibly. "Could you carry the tea tray to the living room? I don't want to spill it."

"I'll carry the tray. You handle your own medicine."

I lifted the wooden tray with her mug and a plate of crackers. The blackthorn bottle stayed on the kitchen island, cap untouched.

Carter was in the living room reviewing council documents. Eli lay on the rug with his tablet, one sock half off his heel. I set the tray on the side table beside Sienna's chair and went upstairs without waiting for thanks.

Less than twenty minutes later, a raw gasp tore through the house.

I ran downstairs.

Sienna was crumpled beside the sofa, clawing at her throat. Her face had gone gray around the lips. Tea soaked the rug beneath the overturned mug.

"Sienna!" Carter dropped to his knees and caught her shoulders. "Look at me."

I stayed beside the doorway while Dr. Aris worked. No one asked whether I had been alone with the cup, whether Sienna had touched the bottle after I left, or whether anyone else had entered the kitchen. The room had already chosen the easiest story before the evidence arrived.

"Can't... breathe," she rasped.

Eli stood frozen near the coffee table, his tablet forgotten at his feet.

"Call Dr. Aris," Carter barked.

I already had my phone out.

The Pack healer arrived within minutes with two guards behind her. She injected Sienna, fitted an oxygen mask over her face, then lifted the half-empty mug and smelled the liquid.

"Blackthorn concentrate," Dr. Aris said. "Far too much. Enough to trigger severe airway swelling."

Carter's head turned toward me.

The accusation in his eyes arrived before the question.

"Don't," I warned.

"You brought her the tea."

"I brought the tray. The medicine stayed in the kitchen."

Eli's small voice cut between us. "Mom was holding the bottle."

I looked at him. "I took it out of the cabinet because she asked me to. Did you see me pour anything into the cup?"

He hesitated.

Sienna coughed behind the oxygen mask. Carter immediately looked back at her.

"I saw Mom with it in the kitchen," Eli said more quietly. "Then Sienna got sick."

"That is not the same thing," I said.

One of the guards returned from the kitchen carrying the brown bottle in a clear evidence sleeve. "It was on the island, Alpha."

"Was it open?" I asked.

The guard glanced at Carter before answering. "The cap was loose."

My stomach dropped.

"I left it sealed."

Carter stood. "Dorian, lock the kitchen footage and pull the access logs. Nobody deletes anything."

"Good," I said. "Then we'll see exactly what happened."

Sienna lifted a weak hand from beneath the blanket Dr. Aris had tucked around her. "Carter, don't turn this into a fight. Maybe I took too much by accident."

"Did you?" I asked.

Her eyes met mine for one brief second. There was nothing weak in them.

Then her lashes lowered. "I don't remember. I was dizzy. Lena was helping me."

"I did not put medicine in your tea."

Carter moved between us. "Enough."

"No. Not enough." I pointed at the evidence bag. "Test the dropper. Test the cup. Pull fingerprints. Check who entered the kitchen after I left."

Dorian came in from the hallway with a tablet already in his hand. "The kitchen camera has a partial archive. It shows Luna Lena entering at ten-oh-seven and leaving at ten-ten. There's a forty-second gap several minutes later."

"A gap?" Carter demanded.

"The feed resumes before Dr. Aris arrives. I need the main server to determine whether it was a system fault or a manual deletion."

I let out a humorless breath. "So the only footage missing is the part after I left. Convenient."

Carter's jaw hardened. "Until we know what happened, no one touches the kitchen system."

"And no one calls me guilty," I said.

He didn't answer.

That silence told me exactly where he already stood.

Dr. Aris finished checking Sienna's lungs. "She'll recover, but I want observation overnight. Someone deliberately or accidentally administered at least ten times the normal dose."

Sienna reached for Carter's hand. He gave it to her without thinking.

Eli moved to her other side.

I stood alone across the room.

Dorian's tablet chimed. He read the new message, then looked at Carter. "The council elders heard there may have been an attempted poisoning inside the Alpha House. They want a formal inquiry at nine tomorrow morning."

"There was no attempted poisoning," I said. "There was an overdose. Those are not the same thing."

Carter finally met my eyes. "Then the inquiry will clear you."

"You don't sound like a husband who believes that."

His expression did not change. "I sound like an Alpha whose guest stopped breathing in his home."

The words landed with brutal precision. Alpha first. Husband somewhere after that, if there was room.

A guard approached Eli gently. "Young man, I need to record what you saw before everyone goes upstairs."

I expected my son to look at me.

He looked at Sienna instead.

"I saw Mom take the blackthorn bottle," he told the guard. "And Mom was really mad at her tonight."

"Eli," I said.

His lower lip trembled, but he kept going. "I think you should make sure Sienna is safe."

Carter put a protective hand on his shoulder.

No one put one on mine.