“Mommy, where is Daddy?” Nathan asked, his big brown eyes blinking up at Elaine with curiosity.
“He is in his office, baby. Working,” Elaine replied gently, smoothing down the stubborn strand of dark hair that always fell across her son’s forehead.
Nathan had just turned three, yet he already carried himself with the same stubborn determination as his father. He was a true daddy’s boy—always eager to follow Darius wherever he went. If Nathan had his way, he would spend every moment shadowing his father, whether Darius was training warriors, meeting with elders, or reviewing reports in his office. Sometimes Darius let him tag along, sitting the boy on his lap and explaining, in the simplest way possible, what it meant to be an alpha and how important decisions were made.
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