Chapter 89
Chapter 91
Summer’s POV
After Dr. Miller finished examining Felix and assured us there was no immediate concern,we made our way downstairs to the dining room where Beta Ethan, Lyra, and several other pack members were already seated. The large table was laden with platters of roast chicken, fresh salads, and warm bread. My mouth watered at the sight–the Blackwood Pack certainly knew how to feed their people.
Alexander guided Felix and me to seats at his right hand, the position of honor that still made me uncomfortable despite everyone’s acceptance.
He reached for the serving spoon and placed a small portion of chicken onto Felix’s plate, then added a few pieces of bread and salad.
I couldn’t help but notice how natural this felt–the three of us together like a real family. The thought sent a flutter through my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.
“Mom?” Felix’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Yes, honey?“I watched Felix take a few bites, slow but steady. It was more than he’d managed in the hospital, and that alone eased something in me.
He pushed his food around his plate, suddenly looking nervous. “I was wondering… since I’m feeling better…” He took a deep breath. “Could we go to Disney World tomorrow p>
The table fell silent. I blinked in surprise, catching Alexander’s equally startled expression.
“Disney World?” I repeated.
Felix nodded eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to go. And… and Dr. Miller said I should do things that make me happy, right? I’ve never been to an amusement park p>
My heart clenched.
Felix had never been to an amusement park–because Alpha Foster never cared about what we needed,
about what Felix needed.
And now, my precious boy just wanted to feel joy while he still could. He only had a month left.
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Alexander said before I could respond, his hand finding mine under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We can make a day of it p>
“Really?” Felix’s face lit up with such hope it nearly broke me.
“Really, ” I said, blinking back tears. “If Dr. Miller says it’s okay p>
“ I’ll call him immediately,” Alexander said, already pulling out his phone. “We’ll make all the
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arrangements p>
The rest of lunch passed in a blur of excited chatter as Felix peppered us with questions about Disney.
Which rides could he try? Would Mickey Mouse be there? Could he get a souvenir?
Each question made my heart both lighter and heavier–joy at his excitement tangled with sorrow for all the normal childhood moments he’d never had.
After lunch, we helped Felix upstairs. He was still grinning, still mumbling about roller coasters when he
finally drifted off to sleep.
In the evening, Alexander and I met with Dr. Miller in the study to go over what Felix could and couldn’t
do at the park.
“Avoid the more intense rides – anything with sharp drops or that spins too much,” he cautioned, jotting
notes for us. “Keep him hydrated, stick to his medication schedule, and make sure he rests periodically p>
“We’ll have a wheelchair on standby,” Alexander assured him. “And I’ve arranged for VIP access so there’s no waiting in long lines p>
I watched Alexander as he spoke, marveling at how thoroughly he’d planned everything in just a few
hours. His dedication to making this perfect for Felix touched me deeply.
“Will his eye be uncomfortable in the sun?” I asked, my fingers nervously twisting together.
“We’ll bring his special sunglasses,” Dr. Miller said. “And don’t hesitate to call me if anything concerns
you p>
After reviewing every detail twice, Dr. Miller gathered his papers. “I think Felix will be just fine for a day
out. It’ll be good for his spirits p>
Alexander walked the doctor out while I remained in the study, staring at the list of approved activities and rides. The reality of why we were doing this creating memories while we still could – settled heavily on my shoulders.
I didn’t hear Alexander return until his strong arms wrapped around me from behind. His warm breath tickled my neck as he pressed a kiss just below my ear.
“He’s going to have an amazing day,” he murmured, turning me to face him.
“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the strong line of his jaw. “For all of this p>
His eyes darkened as he caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “I’d do anything for him. For you
both p>
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“We should talk about what we ended Mid–morning,” he said, his voice dropping to that deep timber that made my knees weak. The intensity in his gaze made heat pool low in my belly as his hands slid to my waist, drawing me closer until our bodies pressed together.
I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to him–the quickening of my pulse, the flush spreading across my skin. When his lips found mine, I melted into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as he backed me against the desk.
His hands were everywhere, relearning the curves of my body as if committing them to memory. I moaned softly when he lifted me onto the desk, stepping between my thighs just as he had that time.
“Summer,” he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “I want you so fucking bad p>
For a moment, I lost myself in the sensation–his hands, his mouth, the delicious weight of him against me. But then Felix’s face flashed in my mind–my sweet boy upstairs, excited about tomorrow, counting
on me.
“Alexander,” I breathed, placing my hands against his chest. “I can’t… not tonight p>
He stilled immediately, pulling back to search my face. “What’s wrong p>
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the ache of wanting him still throbbing through me. “With everything happening with Felix… I just can’t focus right now. My mind keeps going to tomorrow, to making sure everything is perfect for him p>
Disappointment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by understanding. He pressed his
forehead to mine, his breathing still ragged. “You don’t need to apologize. You’re an incredible mother,
Summer. It’s one of the things I love most about you p>
The word “ love ” hung in the air between us, neither acknowledged nor denied.
He stepped back, giving me space even though I could see how difficult it was for him. His arousal was evident, straining against his jeans, but he made no move to pressure me.
“We should both get some rest,” he said, offering his hand to help me down from the desk. “Tomorrow is
going to be a big day p>
I straightened my clothes, grateful for his understanding yet frustrated by my own divided desires. Part of me still hummed with need for him, but the larger part–the mother in me–couldn’t fully surrender
when my son needed every ounce of my attention.
As we made our way upstairs, Alexander paused outside my bedroom door. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, Summer. Try to get some sleep p>
“Goodnight,” I whispered back, watching him walk toward his own room at the end of the hall.
I checked on Felix one last time before getting ready for bed. He was sleeping peacefully, a small smile