Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
I let out a long, contented sigh, sinking completely into his strength, letting the last traces of my sovereign walls crumble.
"You look beautiful when you're relaxed, little mouse," Kazan growled softly against my ear, his rough jaw scraping gently against my neck. His large palm slid beneath the hem of my oversized sweater, finding the bare, smooth skin of my lower abdomen. The second his calloused hand pressed against the subtle, tight curve of my three-and-a-half-month belly, the Aethel-Core beneath his touch pulsed with a vibrant, welcoming blue light, humming happily at its father's touch.
"Did the border patrols find anything else today?" I asked quietly, keeping my hands resting over