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

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45

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, very sure. Now, let's focus, people."

As the laughter died down, I noticed a fleeting look of sadness in Issca's eyes from where he stood by the door. He quickly masked it with a grin, but I caught it. I didn't dwell on it, though. There was work to be done, and I had to keep my focus. I was the alpha now, and my pack came first.

The meeting proceeded smoothly after that. We discussed logistics, future plans, and how we were going to manage resources now that we were independent. The pack members asked questions, and I answered them confidently, feeling the trust they had placed in me. By the end of the meeting, everyone seemed reassured, and I dismissed them with a sense of accomplishment.

As I stepped out of the room, Issca was waiting with Cyrus in his arms. The little one was giggling, his small hands clinging to Issca's shirt. My heart warmed at the sight. Issca had always been great with kids.

"Ready for the playground, Cy?" I asked, reaching out for him.

Cyrus nodded eagerly, practically bouncing in Issca's arms. "Playground, Mama!"

We headed foward the playground together, with a few of Issca's pack kids tagging along. It was the perfect day for it sunlight streaming through the trees, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the laughter of children echoing through the

air.

The playground wasn't too crowded, just a few families scattered around, pushing their kids on swings or helping them down the slides. I could already see Cyrus' face light up at

tiny hand slipper of

gym and the santhox in

ahead, his

the kids scatter to their

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on his face. "They grow up so fast, don't

following Cyrus as he made a beeline for the sandbox. "Yeah, faster than we expect sometimes." There was a peacefulness to watching him play, the way he carefully picked up a toy truck and started pushing it through the sand, creating little tracks as if it were the

moments like these that made everything

the constant worry-fade into the background, if

while.

walking, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at

for Cyrus to go ahead and play.

kids at the kindergarten miss you!" Vesta's voice was warm and teasing. "They've been asking when you're coming back. Especially a certain

back soon, I promise.

voice turned mysterious. "Oh, and maybe Carlos misses you too. He's been dropping by a lot lately... you know,

an eyebrow. "oh I see, Is that

off against another boy..had snatched a

though younger and smaller, was glaring up at this

his sides. with a mix of

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