Abandoned Wolf Pup A Teddy Bear Recorded All the Abandonment of His Dad Chapter 09

Abandoned Wolf Pup A Teddy Bear Recorded All the Abandonment of His Dad Chapter 09

POV: Madison

Two years later.

I was attending the Continental Werewolf Pediatric Vision Rehabilitation Symposium as a guest

keynote speaker, delivering a presentation on pediatric vision rehabilitation and psychological

intervention.

On the large screen played footage of every therapy Sammy had worked through: relearning to identify light sources, practicing grasping exercises, sounding out individual syllables to rebuild

his speech.

When I finished speaking, applause rippled through the auditorium. I gave a slight bow.

As I straightened up, my gaze drifted to the very last row.

Benjamin sat there.

He had wasted down considerably, with prominent streaks of premature gray threading through

his hair.

Our gazes met, and his eyes immediately flooded with red, stinging tears.

I saw it. But I did not pause.

Five o’clock that afternoon.

The elementary school next to the rehabilitation center let out.

Sammy stepped outside with his backpack. He had grown taller.

His right eye had recovered better than the pack healer initially expected, though permanent peripheral visual field loss would stay with him forever.

He could speak simple sentences now, but he still preferred building with blocks.

Benjamin stood across the street.

The moment he saw Sammy, tears spilled down his face.

He crossed the road and knelt in front of my son.

“Sammy. I’m your daddy.”

Sammy stopped.

He studied the haggard man before him for a long moment.

Then he stepped back and grabbed his teacher’s sleeve.

“Miss, I don’t know who this man is.”

Benjamin froze.

That single sentence landed as a final verdict, pinning him to his own personal cross.

The teacher stepped forward at once.

“Sir, you need to step back from this child immediately. If you advance any further, I am going to call building security.”

Benjamin shook his head frantically.

“I’m his father. I’m really his father.”

I stepped out from beside my car.

The moment Sammy saw me, he ran over and took my hand.

“Mommy. Let’s go home.”

When Benjamin saw me, he sank to his knees.

“Madison, I know everything I did was unforgivable.”

“Chloe has been held accountable for her actions, and I have lost absolutely everything I once had.”

“I don’t expect you to forgive me at all.”

“Would you just allow me to catch a quick glimpse of him from far away, just once?”

I looked down at him, feeling neither hatred nor pity.

“Benjamin, you had countless opportunities two years running.”

“Outside the operating suite, during preschool events, right outside that emergency examination

room.”

“You laid eyes on him each and every time, yet you chose another person over him without exception.”

His lips trembled.

“I’ll never do it again.”

I spoke evenly.

“There will be no second chances.”

“The ruling issued by the Werewolf Court is legally binding and fully enforceable.”/

“I hold sole legal custody of Sammy and exclusive authority over all his medical choices.”

“You possess no legal visitation privileges whatsoever.”

The last spark of hope flickered out entirely in his eyes.

Sammy looked up at me.

“Mommy, is he crying?”

I brushed his hair. “Yes.”

Sammy thought for a moment, then said quietly, “But stars aren’t able to cry, so they don’t have

tears.”

Benjamin crumpled where he knelt, shattered by those words.

I lifted Sammy into my arms and turned toward the car.

Before climbing in, I glanced back one last time.

Though the court had already severed our mate bond, I wanted no connection with him for the rest

of my life.

I fixed my gaze on him.

“Benjamin Vale, I, Madison Smith, reject you as my mate. Permanently.”

Benjamin clutched his chest and collapsed.

The excruciating supernatural agony brought on by a formal mate rejection raked across his entire body as if sharp claws were tearing his flesh open.

His face showed his wolf suffering unbearable agony.

I remained completely unaffected, and my inner wolf stayed equally calm and unmoved.

We got in the car and drove away. Sammy never looked back. Not once.

As we pulled away from the rehabilitation center, golden sunset light spilled gently over the cover of Sammy’s sketchbook resting in his lap.

He had drawn a small house.

No star anywhere on the page. Only one large sun.

Beside it, he had written carefully: [Mommy is here.]

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

For the first time in a long while, I smiled.

Because I knew.

Sammy no longer needed to wait for a star that would never light up again.

His world already had a new light.