Queen of Wolves
“Your son is insufferable.”
I raised a brow and looked at her. “My son?
She tilted her head slightly, completely unbothered. “Eryon is yours. Kaelira is mine.”
I exhaled softly. “That explains the chaos.” She didn’t deny it.
I held her hands and pulled her down to sitting with me. “But my love there is no yours or mine the children are ours, our children, our pub, ok is that understood my love.”
Across the garden, Queen Seraphina sat beneath a large tree with King Aldric beside her, both watching the children with a quiet kind of peace that only came after surviving too much to be easily shaken again.
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