The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 403

It was also true that I could hear Bjorn laughing from the backyard and wanted to see it.

I stepped out onto the back porch and found them in the wide stretch of grass behind the house. Bjorn had his cap on backwards now and was winding up with an exaggerated pitcher’s stance, tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. Gideon stood at the other end of the yard, hands up, waiting.

Bjorn threw it. It went wide and low, and Gideon had to lunge sideways to catch it, which Bjorn found absolutely hilarious.

“Again!” Bjorn shouted.

I sat down on the porch steps and watched.

I had always wanted this for him. Since before he was even born, honestly, I had wanted my son to have what so many other kids got to have: a father figure who loved him, who cared for him, who would throw a ball with him.

I hadn’t been able to give him that. Not really. And it always broke my heart. 3

them now, though, made those cracks in my chest fill in with something warm and golden. Gideon was patient with him. He took time to teach Bjorn how to properly throw and catch. And he made my son

if I was making the right decision in letting them spend time together. Maybe it was risky, but Bjorn looked so happy…

was so lost in thought that I didn’t see the ball coming until it was

nose, and scrunched my eyes shut as I prepared for an impact that never

a hand hovering in front of me, fingers tightly gripping the ball. I blinked and looked up to see Gideon staring

eyes were soft, shimmering even in the

proximity. For a moment, I almost considered moving closer. It would have been

asked. His voice was low, deep, and it snapped me out of my

swallowed hard, gulping down the feelings that had bubbled

from across

it! That’s why I threw it like that. I definitely did that on

Bjorn to go running across the lawn after it. “Right, champ,” he said. “And I

front of him. We watched Bjorn for a moment. Or at least, I did.