Alpha Kwan Pov.

I jumped off the bed with renewed energy and pinned her gently against the door, my hands on either side of her head. I licked the corner of my mouth suggestively, "wait; he didn't call you again. I think he's-" Maybe he'd gotten distracted, maybe we could steal a few more minutes alone. "Maybe he went back to his room?" I said hopefully, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.

And before I could finish my sentence, reality crashed back in. Juan kicked the door with his small feet, the sound echoing through our room, and started nagging in his sweetest voice, "Mommy, I'm hungry!" His little fist pounded against the wood. "My tummy is making growling sounds!"

I shouted back, slightly irritated, "Go and ask your nanny then!" Why did he always want Isabella specifically? "She can make you breakfast!" But even as I said it, I knew it was useless. Juan had claimed Isabella as his mother, and there was no going back.

Isabella widened her eyes at me, shocked by my callousness, "How careless of you!" She pushed against my chest firmly. "Move your ass now." Her tone brooked no argument, and I found myself stepping aside immediately. "He's just a little boy who wants his mommy."

And she pushed me aside like I was nothing more than an obstacle, her protective maternal instincts taking over completely. I shrugged, knowing I was beaten. "Fine, but I'm not happy about it," I grumbled good-naturedly. She opened the door and bent down to Juan's level, her voice immediately soft and loving, "Sorry, baby, let's go eat and take a bath." The transformation from stern mate to gentle mother was instantaneous and beautiful to watch.

He giggled with pure joy and jumped into her arms, clinging to her neck like a koala, completely forgetting about me in his excitement. "Yes, mommy!" he squealed. "And playing in the new lake after breakfast?" His eyes were bright with anticipation for their day together. "Can we splash and swim?"

She waved to me over Juan's head, her smile apologetic but radiant, and walked down the stairs with him chattering excitedly in her ear. "We'll see you downstairs, sleepyhead," she called back to me. "Don't take too long!" Their voices faded as they descended, leaving me alone with my frustration and desire.

I lowered my gaze to my dick that was already hard as iron, throbbing with need. 'Now sleep,' I commanded it silently, but it refused to cooperate. "Traitor," I muttered to my own body. "We just spent all night making love, and you still want more?" But I knew it was hopeless – I wanted Isabella constantly, insatiably.

Dammit! My dick was so fucking hard it was almost painful. I walked back toward the bathroom, yawning despite my arousal. I took a very long and cold shower, hoping the icy water would calm me down and mostly to let my dick relax. "Come on, work with me here," I groaned to myself. But it ended with my hand rubbing the tip of my dick and groaning her name quietly, imagining her soft hands instead of my own. I wanted to make love to her again, to lose myself in her body and her gasps of pleasure. But I had no chance with my clingy son monopolizing her attention. "She's going to be the death of me," I panted as I found my release.

I stood up on shaky legs and wrapped a towel around my waist, catching my breath. I put on my clothes mechanically, still thinking about Isabella. I checked myself in the mirror – I looked presentable enough for business. There was supposed to be some meetings that I'd postponed for the mating ceremony, but now I had to face reality. "Back to work," I told my reflection. So I decided not to waste time and meet my business partners while Isabella was busy with Juan. "At least one of us should be productive today."

I passed by the garden where they had settled for breakfast; she was sitting next to Juan on the soft grass, feeding him with her hands like he was still a toddler. "Open wide for the airplane," she was saying playfully, making zooming sounds. The sight made my heart clench with love and possessiveness. I leaned down and stole a quick kiss on her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent. "Good morning again, beautiful," I murmured against her skin. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, "Where are you going?" Her tone suggested she already knew I was trying to escape their domestic bliss.

"Meeting," I replied simply, not wanting to get into the boring details of pack business. I kissed Juan too, ruffling his hair affectionately, "Juan, take care of mommy." I needed to know she'd be protected and happy while I was gone. "Make sure she eats too, okay?"

Juan giggled, puffing out his little chest with pride, "I will, dad. Don't worry!" He wrapped his arms around Isabella protectively. "I'm a good protector!" His serious expression was adorable, and I could see Isabella trying not to laugh at his earnestness.

"You're not going to eat anything?" she pulled my arm before I could leave, her touch sending electricity through my body even through my shirt sleeve. I grinned wickedly, leaning down to lick her ear teasingly, "I will eat when I come back." My voice was husky with promise, and I made sure she understood exactly what I meant. "I'm planning to have you for dessert."

She blushed furiously, that beautiful pink spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. "Kwan!" she whispered, scandalized but pleased. She knew exactly what I meant by that, and her body's response told me she was looking forward to it too. But seriously, I was so fucking starving for real food too. My stomach growled loudly, protesting the lack of actual breakfast. But I had to go check on the reservation for the honeymoon too, and time was running short.

Yes, I wanted to surprise her with a romantic getaway. "She deserves the world," I'd told the travel agent. "Something perfect and unforgettable." She had never been out of the Pack for her entire life, never seen the ocean or tasted exotic foods or experienced the wider world. "I want to show her everything," I'd explained. "Every beautiful thing this world has to offer."

I left in a hurry, my mind already shifting to business mode; the meeting was between me and some of my business partners of the Bear shifters. "This should be straightforward," I thought as I drove. "Just contracts and territory agreements." So I was going to meet Alpha Dark, my father-in-law, and discuss some mutual investments. But I didn't expect to find my first father-in-law there – Juan's maternal grandfather! "What the hell is he doing here?" I wondered as I approached the meeting room.

It was a complete shock for me, like a punch to the gut. Because once I stepped inside the meeting room that was held in Dark's castle, taking in the familiar scents and formal atmosphere, he blurted out without any preamble, "I want my daughter's son back." His voice was harsh, demanding. "You're mated to another one now. Give me back my grandson." The words hit me like physical blows. "What the hell?!" I shouted back, my protective instincts flaring immediately.