The Wrong Alpha’s Heir
*Show-off, * I scoffed through our mate bond.
*You’re just slow, my Luna,* Damon’s voice echoed back in my mind, filled with laughter.
We broke through the tree line into the wide-open meadow behind the pack house. Shifting back to our human forms, we were still laughing, breathless. He pulled me into his arms, his kiss tasting of fresh air and pure happiness.
“Eww, they’re doing it again!” a young voice groaned.
We broke apart to see our son, Liam, now a strong, confident nine-year-old, pretending to shield his eyes. Beside him, our four-year-old daughter, Vivian, with my black hair and her father’s dark, serious eyes, just giggled.
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