After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 185

"A present?" Cyrus' face lit up with excitement. "What is it?"

"Open it and see," Carlos replied, handing him the package.

As Cyrus eagerly tore into the wrapping, I watched Carlos closely. His face was calm, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. The scolding he'd endured earlier must have weighed on him more than he let on.

Cyrus pulled out a small wooden carving of a wolf, its features detailed and precise. "It's a wolf!" he exclaimed, holding it up. "Did you make this?"

Carlos nodded. "I did. Thought you'd like it." "I love it!" Cyrus threw his arms around Carlos' neck, and for a moment, the room was filled with warmth.

As I watched them, I couldn't help but think about how much Carlos endured for our small family. The Alpha King's harsh words, the constant scrutiny from everyone in the palace, it was all so unfair.

Yet, he never complained. He just kept going, doing what needed to be done for Cyrus and me.

When Cyrus finally let go, he turned to me, clutching the wooden wolf. "Mama, look! Isn't it amazing?"

"It's perfect," I said, smiling at him before glancing at Carlos. "Thank you."

Carlos met my gaze and gave a small nod. "Anything for him," he said quietly.

I watched them, my heart swelling with mixed emotions. Part of me was grateful that Cyrus had a little happiness tonight, even if it was just from a small present.

But another part of me felt helpless, unsure of how to make everything right.I stood there quietly, watching the bond between them.

But deep down, I was still thinking about so many things like the Alpha King's favor, Estelle's behavior, Carlos's anger, and how we got scolded by the Alpha King.

As the cool night breeze brushed against my face, I forced myself to push those thoughts aside, at least for a moment.

Watching Cyrus' bright smile as he held onto the wooden wolf gave me a sliver of hope I desperately needed.

Carlos had spent so much time comforting him earlier, speaking softly and soothing his fears. Together, we coaxed him to sleep, watching as his small face finally relaxed into peaceful slumber.

He deserved this joy, this sense of safety, and Carlos was giving him that in ways I never could on my own.

Carlos' wolf, a strikingly majestic presence, lingered nearby, pacing slowly. My wolf, always watchful, moved closer to his, their movements synchronized as though they shared an unspoken bond.

"He really likes your wolf," Carlos said suddenly, breaking the silence. "It's like they're drawn to each other."

I smiled faintly, watching our wolves interact. "Maybe they see something we don't," I replied softly.

Carlos chuckled, his gaze shifting to me. "It's funny. My wolf… he likes Tina's smell a lot, but he's even more drawn to you. I think it's because you're so similar to him. Strong, protective, a little stubborn."

I rolled my eyes, though a small smile appeared on my lips. "I'm not stubborn." He raised an eyebrow. "You're the definition of stubborn, Grace."

This time, I couldn't help but laugh. But the lightness of the moment faded quickly as my thoughts returned to reality.

My expression grew serious, and Carlos immediately noticed. "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone gentle.

I hesitated, unsure if I should voice my fears. "I'm worried," I admitted finally. "About King Alpha. What if he punishes you for everything you've done to help us?"