Eight years later;
Elena's POV
"Wake up, Justin. Justin, my boy, get up," I said, gently brushing his hair with my fingers.
He lifted his head and looked at me, his bright blue eyes meeting mine. I smiled warmly. "Good morning, son."
"Good morning, mum," he replied as he stretched and yawned. "How was your night?"
"My night was fine, and yours?"
"I slept like a baby throughout the night," he said with a smile, his handsome features illuminated by the morning light. He had the bluest eyes I had ever seen, fair skin, and long black hair, making him both cute and striking. He carried an Alpha-like aura, a blend of bravery and kindness, much like Alpha Killian.
"That's good," I said as I stood up. "Go and brush your teeth while I make your bed."
"Mum, I'm a big boy. I can dress my bed myself," Justin said with a hint of independence.
