His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Carlos regarded me for a moment before responding. "That's up to you, Doris. But remember, helping him might pull you into something dangerous. The Dark Spectre Pack doesn't care about family ties. They only care about power and money. If you get involved, it could put you and Cyrus at risk."[]

"I know you're right," I sighed, feeling a wave of sadness spread over me. "As much as I want to help, I can't sacrifice everything for a man who never cared for me. He made his bed; now he has to lie in it."

"I'll think about it," I whispered, though deep down, I understood the truth. I had Cyrus to think about, and the pack members who depended on me. I couldn't risk everything for Stefan. He had made his choices, and now he had to face the consequences.] Still, the hurt stayed with me. The thought of my father in danger tore at my heart.]

As I wrestled with my emotions, Carlos shifted the conversation. "On a brighter note, Cyrus's training is going really well," he said with a small smile. "He's becoming more flexible, strong, and resourceful. I can tell he's going to be a great Alpha one day."]. Pride swelled within me at the mention of Cyrus. "He's come so far," I said, my voice soft with emotion. "I'm so proud of him."

Carlos nodded. "He's smart and strong, but he still has a lot to learn. He needs experience in different climates and tough conditions."

"But we live in a warm city. How can he do that?" I asked, puzzled.]

"That's why I'm taking him to the highlands," Carlos said. "There's a place up there where he can train in the cold, with snow and ice. It's tough, but it'll make him stronger and sharper. It's the kind of experience that prepares him for anything."

I considered his words. "Okay," I said, nodding slowly. "I'll come along too. I'll talk to Blair and sort out my work so I can be there."

Carlos smiled. "That sounds perfect. I think it will be good for both of you."]]

A few days later, we arrived at the highlands. As we drove up the winding roads, the snow-covered peaks of Mount Royal came into view. "This place is breathtaking," I remarked, taking in the stunning landscape. The air was crisp, and the scenery looked like something from a dream.]

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"I recognize this place!" I exclaimed. "Mount Royal Snow. I've hardly ever heard of it being open to the public." Gratitude filled me as I turned to Carlos. "Thank you for finding contacts to train Cyrus here."]

"It's nothing," Carlos said, his tone light. "I just want everyone to have fun."

"Fun?" I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't this for Cyrus's training?"

Carlos met my gaze with a gentle smile. "Yes, it's training, but it's not meant to be too hard. I want him to learn, but I also want everyone to enjoy themselves. There's no point in pushing too hard, especially at his age. He'll learn more if he's having fun." Carlos leaned back slightly, his tone warm. "You see, it's all about balance. Training doesn't have to be a grind. I want

His Knees His Pleas But Our Son's in Peace

Cyrus to enjoy himself while he learns."]

I looked at him, curious. "But isn't it important for him to takeProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

it seriously?"

"Of course," he replied, nodding. "But if he feels pressured, it could backfire. Kids learn best when they're engaged and having fun. This way, he won't just learn skills; he'll also develop a love for training."]

I considered his words, feeling a sense of relief. "So, you think if he enjoys it, he'll take it more seriously?"

"Absolutely," Carlos said, a smile on his face. "It shouldn't be too stressful because it's about having fun."

We arrived at the luxurious Royal Hotel late in the evening. Cyrus was wide-eyed, taking in the grand lobby, the sparkling chandeliers, and the soft carpet beneath his feet. "Wow, Mom, this place is amazing!" he exclaimed, bouncing on his heels with excitement.

He was so new to this place that getting him to sleep felt impossible. His excitement bubbled over, making it hard for me to settle him down. I tried everything to help him relax, but he just kept bouncing around, pointing out all the interesting things. Finally, after what felt like hours, I managed to get him into bed. Exhausted, I barely had time to think about all the weight on my shoulders before sleep overtook me. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I drifted into a deep slumber, forgetting all my worries.] The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy. Sunlight filled the room, and I smiled. I could hear Cyrus bouncing around. He was so excited, ready for the day.