Chapter 149

Ana’s POV

One Month Later:

The month had flown by as we approached my due date. I had made up several lists of what I wanted to get done before I went out on maternity leave. I was a little forgetful these days with what I loving referred to as ‘baby brain’. I knew that I might go over my due date, as my OBGYN said it happens a lot with your first baby. I wanted to use all eight weeks to spend with the baby. So I planned on working until my due date, or the day after. My doctor told me that it was fine to work right up until my due date.

I planned on doing just that. Yesterday was my actual due date, and things were still going smoothly. I was in my office with Rita when the first pain hit. It wasn’t that bad.

I barely slept a wink. When I finally drifted off, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The ceiling above me was unfamiliar and white. The room held none of my scent, none of my presence. For a split second, I was disoriented–until I remembered.

I was in Alpha Alexander’s territory.

I was still trying to gather my thoughts when a small body suddenly launched itself onto the bed.

“Mommy!” Felix squealed, diving under the covers with a burst of energy only a child could summon. His little arms wrapped around my neck, and his scent–warm oatmeal and wildflower honey–soothed something feral deep inside me.

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I pressed a kiss to his tousled hair. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

A soft knock on the door interrupted our moment.

A female Omega stepped in–elegant, composed, her posture respectful.

“Good morning, Miss Winston,” she said with a gentle smile. “Breakfast has been prepared in the dining room.”

After washing up, Felix and I followed her.

The Blackwood Pack’s dining hall looked like something out of a lifestyle magazine. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting golden halos over a long obsidian hardwood table. The place settings were already arranged: pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, soft–boiled eggs, sautéed mushrooms, crispy bacon, thick–cut sausages, a pot of freshly brewed coffee, and a bottle of warm milk.

Alexander sat at the head of the table. Beside him, stoic as ever, was Ethan.

Felix clambered into his seat, already reaching for a pancake. Pure, innocent joy lit up his face.

“Mommy, aren’t you eating?” he asked between bites, staring up at me with his puppy–dog eyes.

I forced a smile and picked up a piece of toast, chewing slowly. But my stomach was a tight knot. Every bite felt like swallowing glass.

A sense of dread coiled around me. My entire body was screaming a silent warning.

After breakfast, we were going to the hospital.

And I knew–this wasn’t going to be a routine check–up.

What if the truth was worse?

What if he could never see again?

“Hey. Come back to earth.”

Alexander’s voice cut through the storm swirling in my head.

“Breathe, Summer. Don’t spiral.” He was looking right at me, steady and calm. “Blackwood has the most advanced medical facility in North America.”

There was something about his voice- so grounding, so sure that I actually telt a hint of peace.

I nodded and sipped my coffee, using its bitterness to keep myself awake.

After breakfast, we drove to the Blackwood International Medical Center–a breathtaking building of glass and steel, equipped with the most cutting–edge technology in the world.

“Miss Winster, we’re ready to begin Felix’s initial data intake and full diagnostic testing,” the doctor said, approaching with a professional yet kind smile. “I assure you, he’ll be perfectly safe throughout the process.”

Felix squeezed my hand tightly and whispered, “Mommy, I’m not scared.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling my chest ache.

I should be the one comforting him, but instead, he was comforting me.

“You’re so brave, sweetheart,” I said softly, choking back tears.

He grinned up at me, his soft hair brushing against my cheek. A nurse gently took his hand and led him through the frosted glass doors.

As soon as he disappeared, the silence collapsed over me like a wave. I sat frozen on the cold silver bench, hands restless in my lap, rubbing my palms together in a futile attempt to dispel the anxiety buzzing in my bones.

Every minute dragged like an eternity. My heartbeat was deafening in my ears.

What if he never saw again?

Was his life already irreversibly changed?

“Summer.”

His voice found me again.

Alexander sat beside me, his hand enveloping mine. His palm was warm, rough, grounding.

“We’ll find a way,” he said gently, voice low but unwavering. That quiet certainty had always been part of him. “You’re not alone in this.”

I nodded, inhaling shakily.

Then the door opened.

The doctor stepped into the corridor. His expression spoke volumes before he even said a word.

“Miss Winston,” he began, his tone formal, eyes solemn, “we’ve completed the scans. Felix’s eyes were surgically removed. The optic nerve damage is severe.”

No.

No, no, no.

It felt like I’d been shot. I lurched backward, knees giving out–but strong arms caught me before I could fall.

Alpha Alexander.

His scent wrapped around me–cedar and lavender. He held me close, my face pressed against his solid chest. His heartbeat- steady and deep–anchored me as panic threatened to consume me.

“Breathe, Summer,” he whispered, voice like velvet over steel. “I’m here.”

“What do we do?” I rasped, trembling. “How do we fix this?”

The doctor pulled up a scan on his tablet.

“We can attempt ocular reconstruction. Combined with neural stimulation therapy, there’s a 30% chance of restoring vision- or at least partial function. But… we need to begin treatment immediately.”

Thirty percent.

The number sliced through me like a blade.

“He’s just a child,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

“Stay calm,” Alpha Alexander said behind me, firm yet warm. “You’re not alone, remember? I’ll handle everything.”

I took a deep breath and stepped into the recovery room.

Felix lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by machines and tubes–but still wearing that innocent, unshakeable smile.

I walked to his bedside and took his tiny hand.

“If you keep being this brave,” I said, brushing his cheek, “Mommy promises–we’ll fix your eyes. We will, I swear.”

“I know we will!” he beamed. “Especially with Alpha Alexander helping!”

God. His trust broke me.

I looked over at Alpha Alexander. He smiled–a rare, soft smile–as he walked to the bed and gently ruffled Felix’s hair.

“You’re right, little guy,” he said warmly. “We’re going to help you see the world again.”

“Really?” Felix’s eyes lit up. “Then can we play basketball together when I get better?”

“Absolutely,” Alpha Alexander said with complete sincerity. “I’ll teach you everything you want to learn.”

“Awesome!” Felix cheered, “Mommy, did you hear that? I won’t have to play alone anymore!”

His voice was filled with pure joy and longing.

I forced a smile and stroked his hair, blinking back tears.

“I heard you, baby,” I whispered.

But inside, my heart clenched.

I hadn’t realized just how lonely he was.

In his tiny world, there was only me.

Soon after, under the influence of the medication, Felix drifted off to sleep–still smiling.

Alpha Alexander and I stepped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind us.

I stopped outside the glass window, pressing my palms against the cold surface, eyes locked on the too–white hospital bed.