Killian pov :
For my entire existence, my wolf had been driven by three fundamental instincts: hunt, kill, and conquer. But ever since the devastatingly beautiful sound of those three tiny heartbeats echoed through the pack clinic, the beast inside me had completely, entirely shut down. He didn't want to shed blood anymore. He didn't want to patrol the borders or sharpen my silver knives.
He wanted to build a fort.
It was 3:14 AM. The Silver Moon Estate was completely submerged in the heavy, silent darkness of the royal lockdown.
I was lying on my back in the center of the massive, king-sized mattress in our primary suite. Aria was curled securely against my side, her head resting on my bare chest, her steady, rhythmic breathing washing over my skin like a warm breeze. On her othe
