Two months had passed since the arrival of the royal twins.
Under the new Coalition Accord, trade routes flourished, the regional packs prospered, and crime along the northern border had dropped to zero. And that was mostly because no rogue in their right mind wanted to disturb an Alpha who was currently running on two hours of sleep and operating on territorial instinct.
I stood in the center of the nursery, holding Antonia against my shoulder as I gently swayed back and forth. Across the room, nestled in a crib built to withstand a siege, Angelo was sleeping peacefully, his dark tuft of hair sticking straight up in the air.
And then, there was Diego.
My husband sat rigid on a stool beside the double doors. He was fully clad in his armor and a broadsword rested across his knees. He s
