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."

but for me, it was just another day of business. I had learned to be decisive,

stretching. Blair looked at me with a grin. "You know, Doris, you could take a break. Spend some time with Cyrus instead of

don't think my idea of a holiday

Cyrus runs wild in this

one place with him for so long. Reluctantly,

with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was full of energy, running around

out when I saw him dash between two maids carrying plates. "You're going to make a

scooping Cyrus up effortlessly and giving him a stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said to the staff, "just make sure to keep an eye on

the staff for this. Cyrus needs to learn boundaries. You're

an eyebrow, clearly not used 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

the Royal Family, Carlos. We're not living by some rigid set of rules. He's a kid, and he needs to learn

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

Chapter 78

could hear the soft thud of my heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts

feared I might not navigate 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