Xander's POV
The Richardson family yacht was exactly as ostentatious as I expected—a gleaming 90-foot vessel with multiple decks and a uniformed crew that outnumbered the guests. As Cici and I boarded, I spotted Levi at the bar with Adrian, both already nursing drinks despite the early hour.
"Uncle Xander, look! Isabella's here!" Cici squealed, spotting her friend near the bow.
"Go ahead," I encouraged, watching as she raced across the deck to join the other child.
As I approached the bar, I scanned the yacht for other guests. Silvano stood near the railing, deep in conversation with someone on his phone. And beside Isabella, looking every inch the doting mother figure, was Aurora, her hand resting possessively on the child's shoulder.
My wolf growled low in my chest.
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