Julio / Helio
The very next morning, just as Denver had said, he was already waiting for me in the living room when I descended the stairs. The moment he saw me, he bowed, but he wasn’t the only one there.
Danae sat casually with a cup of coffee in hand, skimming through an article on her tablet. When she noticed me, she set the coffee down and stood.
“Well, you’re quite slow for a man getting married today,” she teased with a smile, fully aware that Denver was present—that was the only reason she teased.
“What can I say?” I replied easily, playing along, and she chuckled.
“Is the car ready?” I asked.
Denver bowed again. “It is, Alpha. Just give the word and we’ll leave immediately.”
I nodded, but before anything else, my senses caught a familiar scent—small feet rushing toward me,
