Seren
Laughter spilled through the suite as the women opened the door, each of them laden with bags and gifts. Duncan merely shook his head, gently kissing my forehead before squeezing me tight one more time. He stood back, hands on my shoulders.
"I'll let you get to it, little wolf. I can't wait to claim you before the moon later this evening." He turned, smiling at our mothers as he passed them. "Don't scare her away at the last minute, Mom," he joked.
"Pfft. As if she'd run. She's got steel in her." Cat winked at me as she patted her son on his shoulder, then gently pushed him out the door. "Now go. Your father's waiting with the King. You have guests to greet and settle while we pamper our princess."
I watched the door swing shut as the muffled sounds of his departure faded quick
