Dean sat on the edge of his bed, cradling his son in his arms with a look of pure adoration on his face. The baby’s soft breathing and gentle warmth brought a rare calm to his hardened features. But then, a familiar scent drifted in, and a knock followed almost immediately.
“Come in,” Dean said, his eyes still on his child.
Taya entered, her posture straight, her eyes determined—like a woman on a mission. Dean already had a good idea what this was about.
“Greetings, Alpha,” she said, giving him a slight bow. “I came to show you something.”
“You may,” he replied, his voice neutral.
She handed him an iPad. He glanced at it but turned his attention back to his son.
“I’ll need a moment,” he told her. “Let me lay him down.”
He rose, walked over to the crib, and gently placed his son insi
