Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

Chapter 183

Fern's Perspective

Sunlight poured through a gap in the curtains, casting a warm glow on the floor next to the bed. The ringing of the alarm clock yanked me out of my slumber like a bolt of lightning. My eyes snapped open, my mind racing as I tried to cling to the remnants of sleep, but all I could see was the familiar sight of my room—the wall clock already reading 7:30.

Today, I have an important interview.

The words echoed in my mind, urging me to leap out of bed. I rubbed my face quickly, then sprang to my feet, my movements hurried as my heart began to race. I washed up and picked out my clothes in one swift motion. My actions were quick and precise, as if years of practice had made me adept at handling this morning rush.

Once dressed, I opened my bedroom door and was greeted by the comforting scent of a meal. A wave of relief washed over me—I wasn't so rushed that I had to skip breakfast on this hectic morning. As I walked down the stairs, everything in the dining room felt as calm and cozy as I remembered.

Mom was already at the table, flipping through a recipe magazine, while Dad stirred an omelette. The smell of grease mixed with the aroma of food, creating a scene of homely warmth.

"Good morning, baby. Come on over for breakfast," Mom said with a gentle smile when she saw me. That familiar, long-awaited sense of peace settled my nerves a little.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad." I sat down and quickly grabbed my chopsticks to eat some fried eggs, but my mind kept drifting to the upcoming interview.

"Where's Daniel today?" I suddenly paused, realizing I hadn't seen him. Daniel, my son, the most important person in my life. His father, Giovanni, had once been my great love. Since I left him five years ago and gave birth to Daniel, my family had supported me every step of the way. Now, Daniel was everything to me. His presence was the driving force behind all my efforts.

"Oh, he went with Oliver early this morning to work out. I heard they're practicing wolf transformation today." Mom looked up and smiled faintly. There was nothing unusual in her tone, as if she were simply stating the most ordinary of facts.

A small shock ran through me when I heard this. Oliver, my brother, had always insisted that my son learn the instinctive skills of a werewolf. Although I rarely bring up the past, I can't deny that Daniel had inherited that power from Giovanni.

Just as the words left my mouth, I heard light footsteps outside the door, followed by Oliver walking in with Daniel trailing behind. Daniel's face was lit up with childlike excitement, his eyes shining brightly. The moment he saw me, he rushed over like an eager little wolf cub and jumped into my arms.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Daniel looked up at me, a wide, innocent smile on his face. "Uncle was so mean today! He took me to the forest to practice turning into a wolf, and he didn't care that I'm still a little kid! I'm so tired—he's really mean!"

"And mommy!" Daniel added, bouncing up and down with excitement, pointing at Oliver and complaining, "I've already transformed into a wolf, but he made me do that difficult jumping exercise. It's just too much!"

I couldn't help but laugh, looking down at the lively little boy in my arms. "Oliver's just doing you a favor, Daniel. You're getting stronger, and you're already jumping higher than most adults. Of course, your uncle's going to push you to do more."

"But… he's bullying me!" Daniel huffed. "He even made me do that ‘long-distance sprint' thing! I've just turned into a wolf—how am I supposed to jump that far?"

Listening to my son's complaints, I chuckled. Over the years, I'd gotten used to Daniel's boundless energy and mischievous nature. He was always full of life, and the bloodline of the Alpha from the Dark Howl Pack never seemed to make him timid or hesitant. Perhaps it was because he was still so young, and many things were still beyond his understanding. Even though he had inherited his father's wolf blood early on, I never exposed him to too much danger. I just wanted him to grow up like a normal kid.

"Hey, Daniel," Oliver said with a faint smile, though there was a touch of helplessness in his eyes. "If you think you can't jump that far, it just means you're not strong enough yet. Come on, I'll teach you again today. How about it?"

"No way!" Daniel puffed out his cheeks, his eyes bright as he glared defiantly at Oliver. "You wouldn't be so kind!"

I smiled wider, watching their interaction, a warmth rising in my heart that I hadn't felt in a long time. This home had given me a renewed sense of what home was all about—full of love, care, and laughter.