His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 44

I smiled down at him, my heart swelling with love. His wolf ears were the cutest thing about him, a constant reminder of the bond between us. He wiggled in his chair as I placed his meal in front of him, and he immediately began reaching for his spoon, eager to dig in. Sitting down across from him, I watched as he ate, his little face lighting up with joy at every bite. It was moments like this that made everything worthwhile-the quiet, simple moments where we could just be together, mother and child, in perfect harmony. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Issca. He had been a constant presence in our lives these past few years, helping me take care of things with the PACK while I figured out how to move forward.

"Ready?" Issca asked as I opened the door. His familiar smile made everything feel a little easier.

I nodded and scooped up my son, securing him in his car seat. He looked up at Issca with a wide grin. "Uncle Issca!" he chirped, his wolf ears twitching in excitement.

Issca laughed, reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair. "He's getting bigger every time I see him."

We climbed into the car, and as we pulled away from the house, Issca glanced at my son in the rearview mirror. "He really does look like-

"Don't," I interrupted, my voice firm but not unkind. I knew where he was going with th

sentence, and I wasn't ready to hear it.

request. We drove on in peaceful quiet, the future ahead of us uncertain but full

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his seat, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. No matter what

bond between us, both as mother and child and between our

The large glass windows overlooked the city below, and for a moment, I allowed myself to take in the view. It was a symbol of our new beginning. My pack had officially split

to his level. I observed everything with a quiet intensity, my eyes calm and focused on Cyrus. He looked so much like Oliver-my oldest son-with his

was straight, his expression unreadable. Even at such a young age, Cyrus rarely showed his emotions, and I couldn't help but notice how much he resembled someone else, someone who had influenced him in

warmly. "He's

I nodded. "Too fast."

into my role as a leader, a female alpha-strong, capable, and

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meeting started," I said, straightening up and looking at Issca.

"Of course. I've got it under control. I'll make sure Cyrus

were waiting, their conversations hushed as I entered. They turned to face me with respect, and I could feel the weight of my leadership settling comfortably on my shoulders. It had