Elara’s POV
“Ow, babies, don’t kick me so hard,” I exclaimed, wincing as I felt one of the twins kick my stomach.
I set aside the knitting needles with a sigh, rubbing my swollen belly where tiny feet had just delivered another enthusiastic kick. "You two are certainly energetic today," I murmured, smiling despite the discomfort. The rhythmic movements beneath my hands never failed to fill me with wonder - these little lives growing inside me, our perfect blend of vampire and wolf.
The remnants of my father's letter still smoldered in the fireplace, its dark words turned to harmless ash. His threats meant nothing to me now. I had a new family to protect and a new kingdom to serve.
Another sharp kick made me gasp. "Alright, alright," I chuckled, shifting in my chair. "I'll take a walk
