Chapter 4 The Dilemma

• Silvana's POV:
• I brought my child to Stormclaw Hospital, only to run into Quinley, who publicly humiliated us.
• “Warriors, throw this mother and son out this instant!!” Quinley commanded the warriors to drive us away. “The b*stard is disturbing Mdm. Rosalie!”
• “No need for the warriors to kick us out!” I grabbed my son's hand. Since Horatio wasn't back yet, there was no need for us to stay. “We can leave on our own.”
• Unexpectedly, my son let go of my hand.
• “Mommy!” Starson tugged at Rosalie's clothes and confidently waved his little hand at me. “I want to play with Grandma a little longer. I'll go back on my own later.”
• I was about to refuse, but then I saw Starson's big eyes blinking continuously.
• Was this pup planning to stay here as a spy? What a clever little pup!
• I shook my head in amusement, knowing that once Starson made up his mind, it was nearly impossible to change it. He was unusually independent and sharp for his age, with incredible intelligence and adaptability. If he wanted to stay, I'd let him.
• "Alright, you little smartie," I said, kneeling down to ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead. "Mommy will come to pick you up later." With that, I turned and left the hospital.
• After driving my Porsche back to the café, I slipped on my apron, only to hear a familiar voice at the door.
• "Silvana! What have you done to offend the Stormclaw Pack? The Alpha's furious and demanding we return immediately! Apparently, their elite warriors are on their way here to settle a score!" My older brother, Kenneth Lorimer, burst through the door, his words sending a chill down my spine.
• Kenneth was my father's adopted son. After years of struggling to have children with Lily, my father had taken in a talented orphan from the pack, making him the heir.
• Kenneth wasn't just talented; he was kind. He never joined the others in their cruel games, always protecting me like a true brother.
• But that same kindness had led to his downfall. Lily had sent him on a dangerous mission, and he had returned gravely injured, his wolf soul shattered. He had gone from being the pack's most promising heir to a crippled omega.
• A chillingly similar fate had almost befallen me when I had been on the verge of awakening my wolf at 18.
• I'd always suspected Lily's hand in both incidents, but I never found proof before my banishment.
• Seeing Kenneth still blindly loyal to the Alpha filled me with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "I was banished from the Wildfang Pack four years ago," I replied, my voice flat. "Your Alpha has no authority over me anymore."
• “But the Alpha said that if I don't bring you back, he'll shut down all my business operations!” Kenneth looked troubled.
• “Let him shut them down then!” I glared coldly at Kenneth. “It would save you from being oppressed by that woman.”
• “You know that as long as I belong to Wildfang Pack, I can't disobey the Alpha's orders,” Kenneth said with a pained expression. “If I anger the Alpha, what will happen to me and my pups?”
• “Then become a rogue wolf, take your wife and kids, and start your own pack!” I said angrily, glaring at him. “This is the modern era! We're not ancient werewolves anymore. You can easily start your own company and support yourself! With all your business connections, you won't starve!”
• “But where would I get the startup capital?” Kenneth groaned in despair. “The Luna controls all the Alpha's assets!”
• “I'll get the Werewolf Alliance's bank to lend you money!” I said impatiently.
• “Stop bragging! What makes you think the bank would lend you money?” Kenneth clearly didn't believe me. He still thought of me as the poor little girl who was misunderstood to have sold her body for money.
• “Is fifty million enough?” I pulled out my phone. “I have a friend who just became the bank president of Werewolf's Central Bank. The fifty million could be transferred in minutes!”
• “You really could get the money?” Kenneth seemed a bit intimidated by my serious expression. “Let me think about it. What if I lose it all? How would I pay it back?”
• Just as I was about to say I'd cover the loss, my phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.
• I answered, “Nocturne Café, are you placing an order?”
• A cold voice came from the other end, Your son is in my hands.”
• What a cliché excuse for a scam!
• “Your scam is too amateurish. I'm not falling for it!”
• I ended the call without a second thought and was about to continue talking to Kenneth when the phone rang again.
• “Scammer...”
• “I'm Horatio Battleford. No matter what your motives are, come here right now if you want your son.”
• Was really Horatio on the other end?
• I was about to start cursing, but when I heard those words, my heart skipped a beat.
• It's him! This werewolf finally showed up! It's been four years, and I still haven't seen what he looks like, even after giving birth to our children! Do they resemble him?
• “Where are you?” I hadn't found him at the hospital, and now he was calling me directly.
• He snorted coldly. “Your son is hungry and eating McDonald's at the airport!”
• I have one son, Starson, who was at Stormclaw Pack; another son, Moonix Lorimer, who was at kindergarten; and the last one, Sunrik who was supposedly playing puzzles upstairs, right?
• I went upstairs, only to find the room empty. Where was my son?
• This audacious little fellow, banking on his intelligence that far surpassed his peers, often engaged in risky actions. He must have secretly gone to find his father!
• I ended the call and held out my hand to Kenneth. “Give me the keys to the Passat!”
• “Why are you taking my old car?”
• “It's urgent!” I grabbed the car keys from Kenneth's reluctant hand, took off my apron, and rushed out the door.
• After driving at lightning speed for forty minutes, I arrived at the McDonald's inside the Stormclaw airport.
• As I opened the glass door, sure enough, I saw Sunrik sitting at an orange table, happily munching on a burger. His chubby little legs were swinging back and forth on the chair.
• Beside him sat a werewolf in a dark suit. The powerful Alpha aura radiating from him almost made me close the door and retreat.
• I couldn't help but squint my eyes and size him up.
• This werewolf must be over six feet tall, with a warrior's body honed from years of training. His features were so handsome, and his demeanor so noble!
• No wonder my kids are so outstanding. They had inherited such perfect and powerful genes!