Sarah's POV
We returned to our private dining room where Aria and Alpha Nate were engaged in an animated conversation.
My four-year-old daughter was gesturing wildly with her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she described her latest artistic creation to him.
I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful I had sprayed Aria with the scent inhibitor before we left.
Otherwise, if Alexander had been here, he would have recognized her as my daughter, and I still hadn't figured out how to handle that revelation.
"And then the blue and yellow mixed together and made this beautiful green for the forest!" my daughter exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"I painted the whole wolf pack running through the trees!"
"That sounds incredible," Nate replied, his
