Chapter 48 Chapter 0048
•MASON•
"I didn't hurt your mother, bud," I answered as I ran my hand through his hair. "She's the last person I'd want to hurt, you know that."
I knew Nadia would throw a fit after I dismissed her accusations toward the doctor, but I never expected her to act up in front of Rowan.
It made no sense why she was so upset that the doctor was innocent. She made me feel as if she knew something I didn't.
"She was mad when I showed her my drawing," he answered as he looked between Dr. Frost and me. "I drew us and my little sister. She has always loved my drawings."
My heart raced, and my throat tightened for a moment before I answered. "Your little sister?"
"Yes," he answered. "You and Mommy are having a baby, and it's a girl. I have been having dreams about her for weeks now."
"Oh, I—" I cleared my throat and looked at Dr. Frost, hoping I wasn't wasting her time. "Let Daddy accompany Dr. Frost to the car, and then you can show me the drawing when I'm home. And then you will tell me more about your little sister."
I swallowed because if he was referring to the scent that had been hanging in the air wherever I went, then whoever the pup was, she was mine.
And there was only one person who could've had my baby.
"Bye," Dr. Frost waved at Rowan, and unlike the other times when strangers spoke to him, he answered back.
"Bye-bye," he smiled before he turned and ran back to the pack house.
I was surprised, and knew Dr. Frost had a different aura. My little boy disliked talking to people he didn't know.
He didn't quite blend in with strangers. He always appeared shy around them and never said much.
Just like his mother was.
She never spoke much and always kept to herself. The pack always saw her as the kind and quiet Luna.
"I'm sorry about that," I said as I turned to Dr. Frost. "That's my son, Rowan."
"He's a lovely boy," she answered, smiling. "Well, I hope to see him some other time. I should be on my way now."
"What about you—" I said as we continued walking down to the car. "Do you have children?"
She hesitated. "Yes, I have two. A girl and a boy."
"That's lovely," I replied. "They must be lucky kids to have a mother as talented as you. They must also be aspiring to walk in your shoes."
"I hope not," she chuckled. "But it would make me happy to see them giving back to the community. Being a doctor is a very rewarding career, but that's definitely not my expectation for my children. They have to follow their own dreams."
We stopped when we reached the car. My stomach tightened at the thought that I might not see her again.
She was so easy to talk to, and she made me feel as if we had known each other for ages.
If she weren't human, I would've sworn she was my mate, which made her even more special.
'I know what you're thinking, Mason,' Ragnar chuckled in my mind. 'But I wouldn't recommend dating a human. There are reasons we aren't getting along with most of them.'
'She's different,' I muttered to him. 'I haven't felt like this for a long time, and you know that.'
'You're right, Cassandra was the only one who made us feel like this.'
"That's what I wish for my son as well," I answered, deliberately delaying her from leaving. "He was excited about playing soccer a few months ago, but now he seems interested in drawing instead. I have his drawings everywhere on my office wall, so I wouldn't be surprised if his interests change again. I will still back him up."
"That's interesting," she chuckled. "My little daughter is into dinosaurs. I have her toys everywhere in my home office as well. I wondered a few times why she didn't keep them in her room instead. But as her mother, I must pretend to like them."
I chuckled. "Dinosaurs? I thought girls were obsessed with Barbie and dolls. How old is she?"
"She will be five on the 5th of August," she answered. "And I think I should leave now. She's probably waiting at the front door for me so she can tell me about the new information she found out about dinosaurs."
"Of course," my smile faltered. "Greet her for me when you get home."
"Thank you, Alpha Mason, for clearing my name," she answered. "I never expected what happened here. But I hope your wife can find the closure she needs if there's someone out there after your life."
My throat tightened. "Nightshade is a deadly herb to our kind, which is why I'll be conducting the investigations myself."
She turned to the door, but stopped and turned to me again. "Please be careful next time. Your son is still a boy to lose his father. If you can, install a surveillance system around the house without someone knowing so it would be easier to find the culprit in your house."
"In my house?" The question felt like thorns in my throat.
"Nightshade can only be served through drinks and food, Alpha Mason," she answered as she opened the vehicle door and hopped inside the back seat. "Perhaps hire a personal chef this time."
"Thank you, Dr. Frost," I answered. "Have a safe trip." I closed the door and watched as the car drove away.
I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, and when I turned toward the pack house, I saw my Beta waiting for me at the front porch.
When I reached his side, he handed me a cell phone with chats.
"Alpha, we think we know who might have poisoned you," he answered. "These chats are between Jane and someone we suspect to be Cassandra."