Mera reached down to scoop the baby up from Shadow. He didn’t protest, but when she turned around to hold the child out to me, a rumble escaped from the beast. Mera shot him a glare over her shoulder. “Come on, you possessive bastard. You’re going to have to let her go eventually. Our daughter will be ten and unable to use her legs.” “She will be perfect,” Shadow shot back in a huff of smoke, eyes tracing from his mate down to his baby. Mera was vastly underestimating his possessiveness and how long it was going to last. This beast was a goner. We all better hope their kid liked us, or Shadow
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