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Chapter 96
Summer’s POV
Today is the day we’re taking Felix to Disneyland, but there’s an ominous feeling hanging over me.
“Mom?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” I said, forcing a smile as I brushed a hand over his hair. “Everything’s fine.” (1)
That was when I heard it.
“Summer.“Alpha Foster’s voice carried across the space between us, drawing curious glances from passing tourists.
Alexander’s arm came around me protectively, his body shifting to shield both me and Felix. I felt his muscles tense, ready for confrontation.
“Alexander, we have to leave–now.”
“I see him,” Alexander murmured back, his eyes never leaving Alpha Foster. “Jackson,” he addressed his gamma who materialized seemingly from nowhere, “call Brayden and the others. Now.”
By the time he finished speaking, Alpha Foster was already in front of us–close enough that I could see the toll the past weeks had taken on him.
He looked awful. Unshaven, hair a tangled mess, clothes wrinkled and stained. But it was his eyes that froze me–wild, fever–bright, burning with a manic intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
This wasn’t the calculated, composed Alpha I had once married.
This was something far more dangerous: a desperate, cornered predator.
“Summer, please,” Alpha Foster called, his voice unexpectedly soft. “I just want to talk. I’ve missed you both so much.”
“You need to leave,” I said firmly, surprised by the steadiness in my voice. “You’re not welcome here.”
Felix, who had gone completely silent the moment he spotted Alpha Foster, suddenly tugged at my sleeve.
“Mom, I want to talk to him,” he said quietly.
I looked down at my son in shock. “Felix, no-”
“Please, Mom. I need to say something to him.”
Alexander and I exchanged glances. The determination in Felix’s eyes was unmistakable–that same stubborn resolve he’d inherited from me.
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“Two minutes,” Alexander said tersely. “And I’ll be right here.”
Alpha Foster’s face lit up with something like hope as he approached. He dropped to one knee in front of Felix’s wheelchair, bringing himself to eye level with my son. The gesture might have seemed respectful if I hadn’t recognized it as the same manipulative tactic he’d used countless times before.
“Felix, buddy,” Alpha Foster said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much. How are you feeling? Are they taking good care of you?”
Felix stared at him with an expression far too old for his young face.“Why are you here?” Felix asked
bluntly.
“I came to bring you home,” Alpha Foster replied, reaching for Felix’s hand. “Both of you. Where you
belong.”
Felix pulled his hand away before Alpha Foster could touch him. “I am home. With Mom and Alexander.”
Alpha Foster’s expression hardened slightly, though he maintained his façade. “Felix, I know you’re
angry with me. I made mistakes. But I’m still your father-”
“No,” Felix interrupted, his voice surprisingly powerful for a child. “You’re not my daddy,” Felix continued, his small hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair. “A real daddy doesn’t hurt his family. A real
daddy doesn’t make his son give away his eye.”
He paused, then delivered the final blow. “Alexander is my dad now.”
The transformation in Alpha Foster’s face was instantaneous. The mask of contrition fell away, revealing
the rage underneath. His eyes flashed dangerously as he stood up, looming over Felix’s wheelchair.
“You ungrateful little—”
“That’s enough!” I stepped between them, my maternal instincts overriding any fear. “You’ve had your
time. Now leave.”
Alpha Foster’s gaze shot to me, then to Alexander who had moved closer, radiating lethal intent.
“You’ve poisoned my son against me,” Alpha Foster snarled. “Both of you.”
Alexander’s voice was deadly calm, “You did that yourself when you chose Suzanna over your family.
When you let her harm an innocent child–your own son.”
“Where is she, by the way?” I couldn’t resist asking. “Your precious Suzanna? Still standing loyally by
your side?”
A flicker of something–pain, rage, humiliation–crossed Alpha Foster’s face before he masked it. “You’re coming home with me,” Alpha Foster declared suddenly, reaching for my arm. “Both of you. This charade
ends now.”
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Alexander moved so fast even I couldn’t track it. One moment Alpha Foster was reaching for me, the next he was stumbling backward, Alexander’s hand around his throat.
