Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Chapter 239 Back to Normal Life

Caroline’s POV

Because the chaos from Howard’s arrest had just settled down, Liam was still shaken from his earlier kidnapping and the attack on the pack house.

So Draven and I decided Liam would stay home until next year when I’d go back to working at the office.

Even though I was supposed to be on maternity leave, I’d been working from home anyway so Kyle wouldn’t get overwhelmed helping both Ryan and Draven.

Now Draven was also working from home until he received full medical clearance, so we spent our days bouncing ideas back and forth between conference calls and diaper changes.

One morning over breakfast, Draven looked up from his laptop and said, "What if we set up a daycare at Thorne Enterprises?"

I paused mid-sip of my coffee. "At the company?"

"Think about it," he said, getting excited. "Half our employees are parents juggling work and childcare. Not everyone has nannies or family nearby like we do."

I loved the idea immediately. "And as Luna, I could extend it to pack members too. Single mothers, working parents who can’t afford private daycare..."

"Exactly." Draven smiled. "Parents could actually focus on work instead of constantly worrying about their kids."

Draven’s proposal to establish a daycare at both the company and within the pack made me fall even deeper in love with this man.

I remembered when I first joined the company, everyone said he was strict, meticulous about work, and a complete workaholic. But the truth was, he had a tender heart beneath that tough exterior.

Because he could see the inconveniences and subtle struggles of pack members, he was able to establish non-discriminatory policies in the Storm Valley Pack. Policies that allowed me to come here, to be by his side.

I couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Draven, why did you implement a non-discrimination policy in the pack? You know, many packs are very traditional, strength-based and bloodline hierarchies where bullying the weak is almost instinctual."

Draven was quiet for a long moment, his fingers absently tracing patterns on my hand. "When I was seven, I got separated from my patrol during a territory dispute," he began, his voice soft with memory. "I wandered for three days, lost and terrified. By the time rogues found me, I was half-dead from hunger and exhaustion."

His violet eyes grew distant. "They would have killed me, but an omega from a neighboring pack intervened. She was gathering herbs and heard the commotion. This tiny she-wolf, barely stronger than a human, threw herself between me and three full-grown rogues." He shook his head in wonder. "She got me to safety, fed me, tended my wounds, and kept me hidden for two weeks until it was safe."

"She never asked who I was, never expected anything in return. Just saw a scared pup who needed help." His voice grew tender. "When my father finally found me, he was so grateful that he offered her anything she wanted. You know what she asked for? Better hunting grounds for the omegas in her pack, and schooling for the pups who couldn’t shift properly."

Draven smiled sadly. "My father was already a soft-hearted Alpha; he wanted marginal pack members to have good lives too. That experience just reinforced what we both learned—strength isn’t always about who can fight the hardest."

His expression grew more serious. "But you’re right about the instinctual bullying. I’ve implemented these policies, but I can only prevent the obvious discrimination, give these wolves a chance. The deeper prejudices..." He sighed. "Those are harder to root out."

I sighed and squeezed Draven’s hand. "You’ve done so well already."

After all, when I came to Storm Valley, old diehards like Howard constantly insulted me as a "scentless wolf."

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