Liam
As I stepped into the meeting room, Ian and Ronan were deep in discussion, but the moment they saw me, identical smirks stretched across their faces.
“The fresh scent of… certain activities lingers,” Ian teased, raising a brow.
Ronan chuckled, shaking his head. “You smell like her, Liam,” he added, watching me with amusement.
I rubbed the back of my head, pretending not to be affected by their teasing. “So, the future king is truly happy now, huh?” Ian mused, leaning back in his chair.
Ronan smirked. “Happy? He can’t seem to keep his hands off her.”
They both laughed, clearly enjoying my reaction. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips.
“Yes, I’m happy with her,” I admitted without hesitation. “Even with my fated mate, Rolando, I ne
