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.

on in peaceful

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who was happily babbling in his seat, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. No matter what challenges lay ahead,

both as mother and child and between our wolves, felt unbreakable. Whatever the future

the new office building. The large glass windows overlooked the city below, and for a moment, I allowed myself to take

up at me with those curious eyes of his. I gave him a reassuring smile, ruffling his hair. "It's just a meeting, kiddo. We'll go to the playground after," I promised, crouching down 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 wide, gentle eyes and kind features, a reflection of his late brother. Yet, there was something different about him,

help but notice how much he resembled someone else, someone who had influenced him in ways

standing beside me, smiled warmly. "He's growing fast, isn't

I nodded. "Too fast."

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

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up and looking at Issca.

grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "Of course. I've got it

face me