Third Person's POV
Felicity's face locked up, her high-born scent spiking with defensive panic. "We... we're DINKs! Double income, no kids! It's a lifestyle choice, okay? We aren't having them!"
Seraphina just offered her a sweet, razor-thin smile.
Her clear eyes were empty of warmth, sending a message as loud as a gunshot, "Mind your own business, Auntie."
Felicity choked on her own saliva. Just as she was about to start a screaming match, a low, authoritative rasp cut her off from across the room.
"Coincidentally, Seraphina and I are planning the same thing. So don't lose any sleep over it."
It was Mortimer. The aura of an Alpha flooded the drawing room in a suffocating wave.
In his mind, Barton let out a low, territorial warning.
Mortimer leaned back, his eyes tracing the clean
