Markus had attended Alpha summits.
He had negotiated trade agreements.
He had faced rogue attacks and border disputes.
None of those things made him nervous.
Waiting outside Felicia’s house did.
He checked the time for what felt like the tenth time.
Then checked it again.
Then immediately hated himself for doing it.
This was ridiculous.
He was a grown man.
An Alpha.
Yet his stomach felt tight because he was about to spend a few hours with his son.
A supervised afternoon.
That was all.
Nothing extraordinary.
Nothing dramatic.
Just time.
And somehow it felt like the most important thing he had ever done.
The school incident a few days earlier had changed something.
Not a lot.
The walls were still there.
The anger was still there.
The hurt was definitely still there.
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