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."

day of business. I had learned to be decisive, to act quickly it carefully. I couldn't afford to make

know, Doris, you could take a break. Spend some

smirked. "A holiday, huh? I don't think

while Cyrus runs wild in

the chance to be in one place with him for so long. Reluctantly, I agreed, deciding to let Blair handle the client meetings

alive with activity. The servants moved around, setting up the dining table with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus,

stop that!" I called out when I saw him dash between two maids carrying plates. "You're

stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said to the staff, "just make sure to keep an eye

you can't always blame the staff for this. Cyrus needs to learn boundaries. You're spoiling

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

living by some rigid set of rules. He's

but then he stopped. His eyes flickered with something-something unspoken, something I couldn't quite 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

Chapter 78

my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable? Perhaps my instincts were clouded by fear for Cyrus's

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 the gap between our viewpoints, but for now, I was left in the aftermath of