AZALEA'S POV
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I have yet to move into the Alpha's chambers while doing Lyra's room this week. We've been to the city twice since we started to pick up and buy new decor. Her room in Elion's house was plain, with a few little cute decorations here and there, because Elion refused to give her what she wants, and demanded that the walls of his home not be yellow, or pink, not even a light pastel of it, so doing this for Lyra feels...magical. It is magical. To see her smile and jump every time we buy something that's perfect to her.
I'm busy putting together her small vanity as she assembles the doll house when there's a knock on the front door. It's loud, determined and has my spine pulling taunt as the vibration of the knock echoes through the house.
"Mom!" I yell, "Are you expecting
