Chapter 004

Five years later…

“Mom, is this where you live?” Hector, my six-year-old son, asked with awe in his voice. 

Holding his hand as we got off in the taxi that I booked, I chuckled and then nodded my head. 

“Yes, baby. This is where Mommy was born and grew up with.”

His lips were apart, eyes widened, completely in awe as I told him things about Pennsylvania. 

“Wow! It’s amazing, Mom! I think I will be enjoying it here! Plus, I’m finally going to see my grandmother!”

I caressed my son’s hair as I watched his excitement. It’s been seven years already since I took my last step in this state. There was no major change anyway, but as I breathe the fresh air in Pennsylvania, the memories I have here come back in an instant… including all the memories I had made with Alpha Rouge, Hector’s father. 

I haven’t told him yet about his father, only his identity that his father is an Alpha. After all, he’s still young to understand such things. 

If he ever asked me something about his father, I would be willing and very open to answering it. I know that at some point he’ll be curious about where he came from, and once that time comes, I will acknowledge his right to know his father. 

“Mom, there’s an ice cream there! May I have some, mommy?” He blinked his eyes multiple times and smiled cutely. 

“Have I already told you you’re so cute, baby?”

He chuckles as I pinch his cheek. 

“Anyway, stay here, and I’ll just buy you ice cream, okay? Which flavor do you want?

“I want cheese and mango, Mom!" He glanced up at me with a huge smile on his lips. 

I nodded, then let him take his seat before I went to the ice cream vendor.

Hector is a smart and adorable child. At a young age, he already has the capabilities that an Alpha has. I had seen it multiple times, the way his eyes turned red whenever he was angry and irritated, and also his extraordinary strength and speed that some kid werewolves don’t have. 

There were instances that he’s getting bullied because of me, as some say I am a slut for having a child without a husband. There, Hector would get angry. 

One time, I caught a scene of our neighbors telling him that, and I was shocked when his eyes turned red and a bolt of energy came out from his hands, scaring our neighbors to the core. 

That is the main reason why we moved out from Boston to Pennsylvania. I want to give Hector a peaceful and good life, things that he can’t have if we remain there.

“You’re so sexy and hot, miss. Thank you for buying!” The vendor, with his all smiles, blushed as he gave me the two cones of ice cream. 

I smiled and took it with respect, saying that he’s welcome. 

When I turned to go back to where I had left Hector, my forehead creased. A woman is holding my son’s hand, and as I approach them, I get to hear what she’s talking about. 

“Do you know how much my dress cost?! God! You’re so stupid and dumb, young child! You almost hurt my baby too! Where are your parents, huh? Tell me their names, and I’ll have them pay for what you did!"

My son saw me approaching him, and his eyes widened. 

“Mommy!” 

I immediately went to him and removed the woman’s hand from my son. 

When I looked to the woman in front of us, a shock registered in my face. Her eyes widened too, lips were apart, until they turned into a smirk. 

My eyes fell on her huge belly as she caressed it. 

“Cassandra! Long time no see. What are you doing here?” Her eyes then followed the way I held my son, full of care and love. Her lips formed a big ‘o.’ “Don’t tell me that bastard is your child?”

“Don’t call him that. You don’t have the right to label my son with any word that you want.” 

“Uh-huh? And why won’t I when it is true that he’s a bastard and stupid? But well, it doesn’t shock me now why he’s like that. I’m sure he gets his stupidity from his mother.” She chuckles evilly.

I put Hector on my back to hide him from Rachel’s evil eyes. Yes, the woman who’s scolding my son is Rachel. The one my ex-husband had an affair with. 

“That’s your last chance of calling him that. Once I hear you say it again, I’ll not hesitate to scoop your hair and parade it along the road of Pennsylvania.” 

Her cheeks blushed; she probably didn’t like what I said. 

“What’s happening here?”A familiar cold, husky voice boomed out from my back.