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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