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

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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

and the

he ran ahead, his

the kids scatter to their

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against a tree, folding his arms with a content smile on his face. "They grow up so fast, don't they?" he said, his voice

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

like these that

and the constant worry-fade into

while.

buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at

answered quickly, motioning for Cyrus to go ahead and

at the kindergarten miss you!" Vesta's voice was warm and teasing. "They've been

chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll come back soon, I promise. Just need to

He's been

"oh I see, Is

but trembling, facing off against another boy..had snatched a toy truck from Cyrus, holding it high above his head with a smug grin, daring Cyrus

though younger and smaller, was glaring up at

a mix of fear and determination,

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