My Sister’s Murderer Became His Chosen Mate
"I would drain the royal vaults dry of every last drop of Moon Water if it meant keeping you and our pups safe."
For the next few months, Rogan never left my side.
Every morning, he personally prepared my nutrient broth with Moon Water.
Every night, he would massage my belly under the moonlight and talk to the babies.
"Alright, little ones, you need to be good," he would murmur to my growing stomach. "Don't give your mother too much trouble."
Amazingly, whenever Rogan spoke, the babies would calm down.
As if they could already understand their father.
"They're so smart," I would say happily. "They already know you."