Chapter 10. Too Little, Too Late

The private jet cabin was quiet and spacious.

Felix sat comfortably in the soft leather seat, his little head turning left and right, eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

“Mommy, this seat can give massages—and there’s even a little light!”

He lowered his voice and leaned in close to my ear, whispering like it was a secret, “This plane is way nicer than the ones we used to take.”

I smiled and gently patted his head. “That’s because this is Blackwood Pack’s private aircraft. Of course it’s comfortable.”

He nodded, eyes shining. “So cool!”

He glanced secretly at Alexander, who was seated not far from us, then whispered again,

“Mom… is that man the Alpha of the