Four years later,
Lisa's POV:
“Mommy! Mommy, look at me!”
A blur of tiny feet rushes past me, followed by a loud thud and a burst of giggles. I turn carefully—very carefully, considering the weight of my swollen belly—and spot Carson sprawled dramatically across the grass.
“I fell!” he announces proudly, as if it’s an achievement.
I bite back a laugh. “I can see that.”
“I didn’t cry though,” he adds, pushing himself up and brushing dirt off his knees with exaggerated seriousness. His deep green eyes—so much like Alex’s—shine up at me. “Alphas don’t cry.”
My heart melts a little. “Even Alphas are allowed to cry sometimes, baby.”
He considers that… then shrugs. “Maybe only a little.”
Before I can respond, a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind, warm and familiar.
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