A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL
I pressed my hand to her stomach again, feeling a subtle kick, the baby reacting to the laughter, the warmth, the joy around us.
“She likes it too,” I murmured, smiling.
Fiona leaned into me. “She? You mean our little troublemaker?”
“Yes,” I said, brushing her hair from her face again. “And they’re going to be spoiled rotten.”
Just then, the council members arrived, walking into the courtyard, smiling and nodding. Wakanda was with them, standing tall and proud. He was Fiona’s real father, though the reunion had been tense in the early days after Rowan’s defeat. His face softened now as he watched his daughter, smiling at her laughter and the life growing inside her.
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