Aiden stepped into the lavish chamber, his gaze immediately catching Lysandra's. She lay beside Leona, ruffling the child's hair, her nightgown slipping slightly over her shoulder. Heat stirred in him, a low hum of desire he carefully tucked behind calm eyes.
"Sir Aiden," Lysandra greeted, a teasing curve to her lips. "What did they say?"
"Nothing," he replied evenly, his eyes lingering on her just enough to make her shift under his gaze. "Don't worry."
He looked across the room. Arisha, Thristle, Nyxion, and Luna were already asleep, tangled together on the king-sized bed. His eyes softened, lingering on Luna's gentle breathing.
"And Luna?" he asked quietly.
Lysandra's expression softened, a flicker of concern passing through her eyes. "The doctor came. She's… really pregnant. Her species seems to get very protective when carrying their mate's child. You need to take care of her, Sir Aiden."
