"Drake," Vlad Jr. said, trying to keep his voice composed, but the effort was visible in the way he straightened his collar a little too precisely and adjusted his tiny cuffs as if preparing for a formal inquiry.
"Hehe," Drake laughed shamelessly, covering his mouth with both hands as if that could somehow undo the damage he had already caused. "Sorry! I told your secret!"
A few of the parents chuckled softly, the warm sound rippling through the room like gentle waves. Alpha Ryker's lips twitched upward despite himself, and even Lady Isadora's eyes held a glimmer of amusement.
Pyrra leaned forward warmly, her expression shifting from playful to sincere in an instant. "Congratulations, Vlad Jr. You did very well."
