Chapter 146

Ana’s POV

One Month Later:

Things moved ahead quickly. The evidence against the Vaughns was clear. The police knew exactly who the counterfeiter was who made up the new identification. He was known for creating documents that were almost impossible to detect as forgeries. There was an electronic transfer from Hudson Vaughn, straight to the counterfeiter. He also transferred the money to Eddie to pay for Tiffany’s release.

Naomi Vaughn didn’t escape her own charges. She was the one who purchased the condo for Tiffany and Gretchen to live in. She also purchased the plane tickets for the five of them to fly there together. So each had separate charges held against them. They both had accessory charges against them for what happened at my home.

The private jet cabin was quiet and spacious.

Felix sat comfortably in the soft leather seat, his little head turning left and right, eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

“Mommy, this seat can give massages–and there’s even a little light!”

He lowered his voice and leaned in close to my ear, whispering like it was a secret, “This plane is way nicer than the ones we used to take.”

I smiled and gently patted his head. “That’s because this is Blackwood Pack’s private aircraft. Of course it’s comfortable.”

He nodded, eyes shining. “So cool!”

He glanced secretly at Alexander, who was seated not far from us, then whispered again,

“Mom… is that man the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack? He’s really nice to us. Nicer than Daddy.”

I followed his gaze.

Alexander sat a few seats away, flipping through a stack of contract papers. His expression was calm, focused. His presence steady and grounded.

I paused for a moment, then answered softly,

“He was Mommy’s best friend when I was little.”

Felix gave a quiet “Oh,” clearly satisfied with that answer.

He shifted in my lap, resting his head gently on my shoulder.

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I rubbed his back lightly and whispered,

“Then take a nap, sweetheart. We still have a bit of flying ahead.”

He slowly closed his eyes in my arms.

And as I looked out at the sea of clouds rushing past the window, for the first time in what felt like forever, a sense of peace settled into my heart.

Foster’s POV

I hadn’t slept all night.

By the time I got home, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

“Summer? Felix? I’m home.”

The villa echoed with silence.

A creeping sense of dread began to rise in my chest.

I tried to reach her through the mindlink–but it was blocked.

My throat tightened. A terrible thought started forming in my mind.

I pulled out my phone to call her, but before I could dial, a call came in from the hospital.

“Alpha Foster–bad news. Luna has discovered the truth. The legal notice just arrived at the hospital…”

I hung up immediately and dialed Summer’s number.

Two rings. Then the automated voice message:

“The number you’re calling has been turned off.”

I opened our chat and typed:

[Summer, where are you?]

[I know this is hard to accept, but can we talk?]

[I’m sorry. I was wrong. Tell me where you are–I’ll come get you.]

Every second of waiting felt like torture.

She used to reply within ten seconds.

Now… it was like she had vanished.

I could still feel the sting of yesterday’s slap on my palm.

I could still see the hatred and despair in her eyes.

I should’ve known then-

I had truly broken her heart.

I rushed upstairs, taking three steps at a time, and threw open the master bedroom door.

“Summer…”

The room was empty.

I opened the closet with trembling hands.

Her side was already cleaned out.

She was gone.

She had taken everything–including Felix’s things.

As I turned around, something underfoot caught and jolted me.

I looked down.

A diamond ring lay quietly on the floor, its shine piercing my eyes like a blade.

It was the one I bought for our third anniversary, in Zurich.

I had told her,

“My love for you is like this diamond–forever brilliant.”

How ironic. The diamond still sparkled.

But my heart–and our marriage–had turned to dust.

I bent down to pick it up, but before I could, I heard the sound of heels behind me.

Suzanna had entered without me noticing.

She stepped forward, picked up the ring with practiced ease, and slipped it onto her finger.

She smiled. “It’s beautiful, Alpha Foster. Don’t you think?”

I stared at the ring–her fingers–my chest tightening.

“Take it off,” I said, my voice hoarse and cold.

She froze, smile faltering.

She tried to speak, but no words came out.

“I said, take it off.”

This time, I used my Alpha tone.

She paled, lowered her eyes, and slowly twisted the ring off.

She passed it back to me, and I clenched it in my fist.

The cold metal bit into my skin, a sharp reminder that all of this… was real.

But then I heard something at the end of the hallway.

From Felix’s room.

I walked over, pushed the door open.

Moore was sitting cross–legged in the middle of the plush carpet, carefully building a small block city.

It was the birthday gift I had given Felix.

“Daddy!” Moore’s eyes lit up.

“Can you help me build? I want to make it really tall!”

Then he looked up at me, hesitant.

“Also… can I live in this room?”

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.

Just last month, Felix had looked up at me the same way.

“Daddy, will you build with me?”

And what did I say?

“Daddy’s busy. Later.”

But later never came.

Because my attention was always on Suzanna and her son.

I ignored Felix over and over again.

“This room doesn’t belong to you,” I said, my voice raw.

“Get out.”

Moore blinked, confused. “Daddy?”

“I said get out!” I snapped.

“And don’t ever set foot in this room again!”

Tears welled up in his eyes. He took a step back, frightened.

“Alpha Foster!”

Suzanna rushed in, shielding Moore in her arms.

“Do you even realize how terrifying your tone just was?!”

“Crash-!”

The block city collapsed.

Pieces scattered across the floor.

Among the mess, a small clay figurine rolled to a stop at my feet.

I froze.

It was the one we made together at Felix’s first parent–child activity.

He had held it up proudly that day, saying:

“This is Daddy. This is Mommy. And this is me.”

I even joked:

“Then you better keep it safe. The three of us have to stay together forever.”

Now the little sculpture was cracked in two-

Like a silent mockery of everything I once promised.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I sank to the floor, covered my face, and broke down in tears.

I had lost them.

“Alpha Foster…”

Suzanna’s voice came from beside me.

She crouched down, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I know this is hard. But you still have me. And Moore. Luna Summer and Felix leaving might be a good thing for you—”

Disgust surged in my chest.

I shoved her hand away, my voice a growl.

“Get out.”

At that moment, a low voice echoed from the doorway.

“Alpha. You’re back.”

I turned sharply, eyes blazing.

Sean stood at the door, his expression torn.

I stormed over, grabbed his collar, and slammed him against the frame.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Alpha-”

“Why didn’t you tell me Summer took Felix and left?!”

My roar shook the hallway. Suzanna went completely silent.

Sean’s voice was steady, but low.

“We tried to contact you immediately… but you had blocked the mindlink.”

I froze.

Last night flashed through my mind-

The dim lights in the suite.

Suzanna’s bare shoulders.

Her whispers in my ear.

Yes.

I had cut off the mindlink on purpose–so I could “relax.”

The realization made my stomach churn.

I nearly threw up.

“Alpha?” Sean asked cautiously.

I didn’t respond.

I leaned against the wall, crushed under the weight of regret.

Summer… I’m sorry.

I finally understood-

I had driven them away with my own hands.

Just then, Aksher’s voice growled in my head.

“Pathetic. What good are your tears now?”

“If you’re still an Alpha, go get her back. Don’t just sit here.”

He was right.

I took a deep breath and straightened up.

“Sean. Pull the passenger manifests for all outbound flights in the last three hours. Now.”

Sean’s eyes sharpened. “Yes, Alpha.”