Alexander's POV
The early morning sunlight filtered through the training room windows as I watched Felix attempt the breathing exercises I'd shown him. Despite his frail condition, determination burned in his one good eye. Summer had stepped out to speak with Dr. Martens about Felix's medication schedule, leaving us alone for the first time since bringing him home.
"You're doing great, Felix," I encouraged, adjusting his posture slightly with gentle hands. "Remember, strength isn't just about muscles. It's about control, patience, and knowing when to use your power."
Felix nodded seriously, his small face scrunched in concentration. After a few more breaths, he suddenly looked up at me, his expression shifting to something more vulnerable.
"Alpha Alexander?"
"Just Alexande
