Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Day My Son Stopped Calling Him Father

Summer' POV

Alpha Foster held Felix in his arms, his fingers gently brushing the top of Felix's head, lips curved into a soft, doting smile.

But I could see it clearly-Felix's eyes were filled with nothing but disgust.

Alpha Foster had absolutely no idea. He kept holding him all the way until we reached the car.

As he opened the door, he casually checked the child seat, speaking in an almost offhand tone:

"Summer, do you remember Suzanna? Her pup was sick for a while, right? He's recovered now-pretty much ready to come back to the pack."

He paused deliberately, adjusting his tone to sound more thoughtful.

"She's an Omega, and she's lost all her family. I was thinking. maybe she could stay at the Alpha House for a few days?"

As he spoke, he tilted his head to glance at my expression, then quickly added:

"Of course, just a suggestion. If you or Felix feel uncomfortable, we'll forget it."

"I don't mind," I replied blandly. "If you want her back, bring her back."

"Thank you, Summer. You're always so understanding... Mating with you is the greatest blessing of my life."

Alpha Foster seemed slightly taken aback, but quickly smiled again.

What did he expect me to do?

Throw a fit? Break down crying? Demand to know why another Omega and her child were being brought into our home?

That was the old me.

Now, the only thing I care about is my child-and myself.

I didn't answer him. I simply walked quietly to the backseat and gently lifted Felix into my arms.

When we got back to the Alpha House, Foster quickly found an excuse to leave.

I knew exactly where he was rushing off to-to make arrangements for Suzanna's return to the pack.

I didn't stop him. I didn't say a word. I didn't even bother to look at him.

My only concern was Felix.

I looked over and saw him sitting in the corner of the couch, his favorite little wolf plushie at his feet.

He was hugging it tightly, eyes blank, as if he had sunk completely into a silent, bottomless void.

I sat beside him and gently pulled him into my arms.

"Felix," I whispered, my voice soft, but filled with a strength I'd never had before, "Mommy needs to tell you something."

He didn't look up, but his ears twitched slightly-a sign he was listening.

I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through his soft hair, my fingertips brushing over the cold surface of his prosthetic eye.

Pain twisted in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm.

"We're leaving this house."

His small body trembled slightly. Then, finally, he looked up at me.

"Leave?" he asked softly. His voice was barely audible, like the rustling of leaves in the night.

"Yes," I nodded, my gaze tender yet unwavering.

"We're leaving this fake, heartless pack. Leaving the one who only knows how to hurt us.

The farther away we go, the better. Ideally. we'll never see Alpha Foster again."

Felix stared at me, as if trying to make sure I truly meant it.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

I hugged him gently.

"To a place where no one will laugh at you, where no one will lie to you.

A place that truly belongs to us."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

In that moment, I saw a flicker of light in his eyes-like a spark finally reigniting after being smothered for too long.

"Mommy." he murmured, his voice choked with emotion, "I. I hate him. I don't want to call him Daddy anymore."

I held him tightly, kissed his damp cheek, and whispered:

"You don't have to. He doesn't deserve it."

He didn't say anything else. He just leaned in quietly for a while before pulling away and walking over to his desk.

I thought he was just going to grab a toy or a picture book.

But to my surprise, he reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out a thick journal.

It was the one he'd always kept hidden-covered in cartoon stickers, wrapped in brightly colored paper, its corners worn and frayed.

He had once clutched it tightly to his chest and said,

"This is my secret. Mommy, you're not allowed to peek, okay?"

I frowned slightly and asked gently:

"Felix, isn't that your treasure? Why are you taking it out?"

He didn't answer. He just lowered his head and opened the cover, his fingers trembling.

Then, all of a sudden, he tore the entire journal apart.

The sound of ripping paper echoed loudly in the quiet living room-each tear like a wound splitting open, each page shredding the last thread of trust he once held.

I was stunned, frozen in place.

Only when the torn pages scattered across the floor did I see what he had written-

The tiny, crooked handwriting-all done with such care.

Every word was filled with his trust, his love, and his belief in the man who betrayed him.

[Day 1 after the accident: I lost my left eye.]

I asked Mommy where it went. She didn't answer. She just kept crying.

Daddy cried too. He hugged me for the first time and said he would be my eyes from now on.

[Day 3 after the accident: Daddy visits us in the hospital every single day.]

He said he really loves Mommy and me.

He said he wants to protect us.

I told him I love him too. Daddy cried again.

[Day 21 after the accident: I got discharged from the hospital.]

Jack from daycare saw my fake eye and called me a "one-eyed freak."

He got the other pups to laugh at me.

They said I was gross and said they didn't want to play with me anymore.

I hid in the supply closet and cried for a long time.

But. it's okay. Mommy and Daddy love me.

[Day 25 after the accident: The doctor gave me a silver-gray prosthetic eye.]

Daddy said now other kids wouldn't laugh at me anymore.

I showed it to Jack and told him I wasn't gross.

He poked my eye with a pencil.

He said demons don't feel pain.

.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back anymore.

Tears fell-silent, heavy-and landed on the pages of his innocent, heartfelt words, smudging the ink.

I pulled Felix tightly into my arms and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

My precious boy.

Mommy will never let you be hurt again.

Not even a little.