Kieran's POV
Kyra had changed so much after her maternity check-up—not in a bad way, but in a way that made my wolf, Ronan, stir with possessive satisfaction. Her changes in behavior were subtle yet undeniable, and for the first time, I found myself genuinely happy in her presence.
I laughed more. I smiled more. And every time she was near, Ronan rumbled in approval, urging me to claim her fully.
After her appointment, I went straight to her apartment, carrying a duffel bag of my clothes. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
"Are you moving into my house?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
I grinned, flashing her a smirk that made her pulse spike—I could hear it, the way her heartbeat quickened under my gaze. "Would you prefer that, little wolf?"
She hissed, and the sound was s
