Third Person's POVFelicity's face locked up, her high-born scent spiking with defensive panic. "We... we're DINKs! Double income, no kids! It's a lifestyle choice, okay? We aren't having them!"Seraphina just offered her a sweet, razor-thin smile.Her clear eyes were empty of warmth, sending a message as loud as a gunshot, "Mind your own business, Auntie."Felicity choked on her own saliva. Just as she was about to start a screaming match, a low, authoritative rasp cut her off from across the room."Coincidentally, Seraphina and I are planning the same thing. So don't lose any sleep over it."It was Mortimer. The aura of an Alpha flooded the drawing room in a suffocating wave.In his mind, Barton let out a low, territorial warning.Mortimer leaned back, his eyes tracing the clean line of Seraphina's jaw, a toxic mix of self-loathing and desperation burning in his chest.On the other side of the table, Velda stuffed a lamb chop into her mouth and leaned toward her mother, whispering a
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