To ditch our pup and spend Valentine's Day with his assistant, my mate Ethan forced our injured son to go rock climbing—and poisoned him. I rushed our dying child to the hospital, only to find my mate accompanying his assistant to a prenatal checkup. Our son convulsed from fear and poison, but Ethan didn't care. “He's just an omega. A normal wolf would've healed instantly!” I clenched the Moonblessed Herb in my pocket, worth a hundred million dollars. I'd stumbled upon it in the forest that morning and planned to surprise him today. But now? It was time to sever our five-year mate bond.