After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 65

"Carlos, it’s Cyrus," I blurted out, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "He’s had an allergic reaction at the kindergarten, and they say he’s running a fever."

There was a brief pause before Carlos’s voice returned, firm and reassuring. "I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry, Grace. We’ll get him through this."

His calm demeanor gave me something to cling to, a thread of stability in the chaos of my mind. I took a breath and nodded, though he couldn’t see me, then hung up and rushed to my car.

The drive felt like it took forever, even though I barely registered the streets as they passed by. My thoughts raced, anxiety gnawing at me as I imagined Cyrus, small and sick, lying in that infirmary. The images flashed in my mind, unrelenting, and it took everything in me to stay focused on the road.

By the time I arrived at the kindergarten, I was practically running. My heart was pounding as I burst through the doors of the infirmary. The sight of Cyrus lying on the small bed hit me harder than I had expected. His face was pale, covered in red lumps, and a cooling patch sat on his forehead. His ears and tail were missing, which only happened when he was truly unwell.

"Cyrus," I whispered, rushing to his side. My hands shook as I brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, and his eyes fluttered open at my touch.

"Mama," he murmured, his voice weak but somehow still trying to be reassuring.

The sight of him like this broke me. I felt my throat tighten as I held back tears, trying to be strong for him. "I’m here, baby. You’re going to be okay," I said softly, though I wasn’t entirely sure of it myself. The panic that had taken root in my chest was hard to push away.

He gave me a weak smile, his hand reaching for mine, gripping it with what little strength he had. "I won’t leave you, Mama," he said in a soft, serious voice. "Not like my brother."

His words sent a sharp pain through my heart. The memory of his brother, the son I had lost far too soon, surged to the surface, a wound I had thought had healed but never truly would. I blinked, willing away the tears that threatened to spill over. I didn’t want Cyrus to see how scared I was, how deeply his words affected me.

"I’m so sorry, baby," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise."

Ms. Hayley nodded quickly and rushed out of the room to get the footage. I stood next to Carlos, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. I had been so careful with Cyrus’s allergies—this couldn’t have been an accident.

A few minutes later, we stood around the screen as the CCTV footage played. My stomach churned as I watched Sienna, sneaking into the kindergarten just after I had dropped Cyrus off. She went straight to the file room, rifled through the documents, and then slipped something into his toys.

My hands clenched into fists. "Sienna," I growled, fury surging through me. Tina snarled in the back of my mind, pushing my rage to the forefront. This wasn’t a mistake—Sienna had deliberately hurt my son.

Carlos’s eyes darkened as he watched the footage, his face hardening with anger. "She did this on purpose," he said coldly.

I stood up straighter, my body tense with rage.