Semua Bab Mated to the Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack : Bab 61 - Bab 63

Moana’s POVThe midsummer heat had finally settled over the high peaks, turning the sharp mountain winds into a soft, scented breeze that carried the smell of wild pine resin and baking hearth loaves.I sat on a wide carved bench beneath the great oak in the upper courtyard, adjusting the linen wrap that secured our son, Lorcan, against my chest. At four months old, his amber eyes were as sharp as his father’s, tracking every movement across the cobblestones with bright, unyielding curiosity."He's getting heavy," my father murmured, stepping into the shade of the branches and resting his silver pike against the stone well. He wore simple leather tunics now instead of war armor, his face weathered but entirely free of the old, phantom pain of the Assembly's brands. "He has the Blackthorn bone structure, Moana. Eldrick was broad at that age too.""I just hope he inherits your patience, Father," I said with a light laugh, gently tapping Lorcan's small nose as he reached a tiny fist towa