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

Chapter 78

I laughed,

shaking my head. "Blair, please. It's not the luxury that he loves. It's the people here who make him feel welcome."

Blair chuckled but didn't push the joke any further. He knew me well enough to know that I wasn't impressed by the extravagance of the house. Cyrus wasn't either. Sure, the place was stunning, but that's not why we felt comfortable here. It was Carlos' kindness and the way the staff treated us that made all the difference.

Blair came armed with countless orders from our clients. We sat down to go over them, his laptop open and spreadsheets spread across the table between us. It was

a lot to take in, but I was used to this kind of work. I was methodical,

double-checking every detail, ensuring we didn't miss anything. One order, in particular, caught my attention, and I frowned.

"We need to check their creditworthiness before we proceed with this one," I said firmly, tapping the document. "I'm not risking it."

Blair raised an eyebrow but nodded. "You're right. Better safe than sorry. I'll make sure we do a thorough background check before moving forward."

spent a few hours going through the orders, making sure everything was in place. Blair seemed impressed with how efficiently we worked through it all, but for me, it was just another day of business. I had learned to be decisive, to act quickly it carefully. I couldn't afford to make mistakes, not in business and not in

in my chair, stretching. Blair looked at me with a grin. "You know, Doris, you could take a break. Spend

don't think my idea

Cyrus runs wild in this

attention, and it wasn't often I got the chance to be in one place with him for so long. Reluctantly, I agreed, deciding to let Blair handle the

with activity. The servants moved around, setting up the dining table with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was full of energy, running around playing hide-and-seek, completely ignoring the fact that the staff

him dash between two maids carrying plates.

could say more, Carlos appeared, scooping Cyrus up effortlessly and giving him a stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said

you can't always blame the staff for this.

to being challenged in his own home. "It's not spoiling him, Doris. There are rules in the PACK. And those rules include keeping young werewolves safe. It's not their fault, but we need to ensure Cyrus

Royal Family, Carlos. We're not living by some rigid set of rules.

read. But instead of explaining, he just shook his head and walked away with Cyrus still in his arms. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and confusion. There was something Carlos wasn't telling me. I could feel it, but I knew better than to push

Chapter 78

silence in the room felt heavy. I could hear the soft thud of my heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable? Perhaps my instincts were clouded by fear for Cyrus's safety, but I couldn't shake the

well. Carlos, with all his experience and knowledge of the PACK, had a point, but did that mean I had to sacrifice my child's freedom? As uncertainty gnawed at me, I resolved to find a way to discuss it with Carlos later, to bridge