I guess fun is way more than partying like Damon hosts all the time. This… this is something else entirely.
“Are you sure this is allowed?” I whispered, the words barely audible above the squeak of my shoes on the polished palace floors. It was past midnight, and the silence of the royal residence was almost deafening.
Kaelen, beside me, just chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Relax, Elara. Who's going to stop the Prince from raiding his own kitchen?" He winked, and I couldn't help but smile back. He had a way of making me forget, at least for a little while, the heavy weight of my life back in the pack house. Back with Damon.
Just an hour ago, I had been tossing and turning, sleep refusing to come. The babies – my twins – were restless, and my own anxiety was a roaring s
