The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 52

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Evie’s pov

* 3 years later

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One. Two. Three. I counted the pancakes in my head as I set them on the plate. I open a drawer and pull out a knife, cutting them into smaller pieces. They had to be triangles, they had to be precise. Even the cherries had to be perfect and pretty.

Everything had to be right.

“Mom,” a small voice brushes my ears as tiny hands tug at my arm. I look down and there he was. My heart and my entire world. My son.

Atlas.

His dark hair was messy from sleep, sticking up in wild stubborn strands. His dark eyes stare up at me still with a bit of a tired gleam in their depths. His bottom lip juts out into a pout as he lifts his hand to rub the sleep from his

eye.

My heart throbs every single time I stare at him.

He looks more and more like his father with each year that passes. I swallow that thought before it could grow into something dangerous.

Atlas tugs my arm lightly again. “Are the pancakes ready mom?”

I smile softly and crouch down so we were eye level. His eyes, they remind me of him so much. My heart throbs harder. “Almost,” I breathed, lifting my hand to pinch his chubby cheeks. He makes a silly face that makes me giggle.

Then his gaze shifted to the plate behind me and his eyes lights up immediately. “You made the triangles!”

“Of course I did,” I said gently and ruffle his hair. He whines, swatting my hand away and then grin. His grin was so bright and joyful that it made my heart clench painfully. Because that smile… It was his too.

I straighten and picked up the plate, placing it carefully on the small wooden table by the window. Atlas liked watching out into the yard where he’d spot the prettiest butterflies and dragonflies. He climbs onto the chair on his own, his small legs swinging as he waits almost impatiently.

I laughed as I place the fork beside his plate exactly how he liked it. Straight, aligned and perfect. He notices everything if it’s out of place and out of order. He always did. Just like………….him.

I quickly force the thought away, scared it would grow and tear through me.

Atlas picks up his fork and stabs one of the triangles excitedly and lifts it to his mouth. He chews happily, his legs swinging beneath the chair as he stares out the window.

This is what peace feels like.

As I stared at my son, a soft knock came on the door. It must be Quincy. She usually comes at this time to babysit

Atlas.

Hearing the sound, Atlas’s head lifts instantly and he beams in excitement. Quincy was his favorite aunt undoubtedly. “Aunt Quincy is here!” He laughs giddily, moving off the chair and rushing to the door before I could even say a word.

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I follow after him with a much calmer pace as I wipe my hands on the apron. Atlas reaches the door first and struggles for a bit with the handle before surprisingly managing to pull it open.

Quincy stands behind the door, beaming from ear to ear as her eyes soften on Atlas. “Oh look who it is,” she giggles and crouches down. “My favorite warrior.”

Atlas grins, hopping on his foot. “I’m not a warrior yet aunt Quincy,”

Quincy smiles and opens her arms. Atlas runs right into them and is cuddled into a warm hug. “Not yet, but when you are, you’re going to be the best protector.” She whispers, lifts him in her arms and steps inside. Her eyes lift to catch mine and we both grinned at each other.

“Oh, if it isn’t the leader of the warriors,” she teased as she closed the door behind her, Atlas still in her arms.

I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t remove the smile on my face.” You won’t ever stop calling me that huh.”

A small smirk tugs at her mouth. “Won’t ever. It’s official now and you worked your ass off for it.”

From the moment I stepped foot in this pack, Quincy had been my number one supporter. And during those three years, we’ve become so close that I now see her as a sister.

After giving birth to Atlas, Alpha Gavin built a house for just me and Atlas a few minutes away from the pack house. It wasn’t huge. Just two bedrooms, a small kitchen and a cozy living room where Atlas and I watch our animated movies after I get back from training. Though the house wasn’t big, it was ours. Every inch of it carried Atlas’s first laughter, his first words, his first tiny step and even his warmth.

It was home.

Our home.

Quincy set Atlas down gently and he immediately rushes back to his chair, climbing up to continue eating his perfectly cut-up pancakes like nothing in the world matters except his triangles and butterflies.

Quincy watched him for a moment, her expression soft. “He’s getting so much bigger,” she murmured. “Time really flies.”

“He is,” I agreed with her as I look over at my son. He was growing too fast. Way too fast. Sometimes I prayed time would slow down a bit, just a little.

Quincy glanced at me again, her eyes watching me intently. “You’re heading to the training grounds now, right?”

I nod, removing the apron around my frame and reach for the leather straps resting on the counter. I wrapped them around my wrists tightly, the familiar pressure making me clench my hands.

“They’ve gotten a little sloppy,” I huffed. “I won’t tolerate it.”

Her lips twitched faintly. “You make them fear you. Even Jonah is scared of you now,” she snorts. “But don’t let him know I’ve told you.”

I snorted out a laugh.” Is that why he ran away when he saw me coming over to train?”

She chuckled under her breath and nods. “He’s been complaining your training is brutal.”

Atlas suddenly spoke, his mouth full of mushed pancakes and syrup. “Mom beat everyone.”

Quincy burst out laughing. I turn and gave him a look, raising one of my eyebrows.”Did I?”

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