SEVEN YEARS LATER.“Tell me that story again, daddy!”“Yeah—tell us that story again, daddy,” Weace teased.Damon shot the Fae a knowing look as he flipped off the bedroom light.Damon lit a candle and placed it on the nightstand beside him. Then, the king returned to the bed and pulled the quilted covers over his young son, Ward, and his mates. Once they were tucked in, Damon crawled up alongside them and rested his cheek against his balled fist.In the dark room, a candle flickered with life, casting shadows along the walls. Many nights, Damon used his hands to recreate stories, entertaining their child until he fell asleep.Tonight was no different.“Fine, fine,” Damon relented. “I will tell it one more time—but then it’s time for bed. Deal?”Ward giggled. “Deal.”Beside him, Weace and Levi snickered, well aware of how wrapped around Ward’s finger Damon had become in the five years since his birth.But Damon couldn’t help it.Ward was his cub. His child. His heir. A miracle he neve
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