But my phone buzzed.
Father.
I considered ignoring it. Then I saw the grin on the screen before I even answered.
“Lucian,” he said, voice already soaked with joy. “Is it true? Is she pregnant?”
I sighed. So much for privacy.
“Yes,” I said, resigned.
“That’s my boy!” he exclaimed. His joy was palpable, and I could understand why. The Nighthorns weren’t a large family. Just Darian and me. Any potential from Tina or Tiffany’s children would come with complications. But this? A legitimate heir, from the Alpha and Luna. This was different. This was real legacy.
“I’m so happy, Lucian. When are you bringing her over? We need to celebrate!”
“Not anytime soon, Father,” I said, my voice firm. “That place is toxic. Mara needs peace right now. Rest. Joy. Not tension.”
He sighed. “Please, Luci
