Lucien was in his arms, and he was lovingly caressing Lucien's white and smooth face. She could see the intense emotions in their eyes. She couldn't let this happen. She couldn't let him steal her son. Meesha Kyle took a deep breath and took slow, steady steps toward the ground. She clasped her fists near her thighs, her gaze fixed on the man's powerful and familiar back. She gritted her teeth and her breaths were deep. She came to a halt directly behind the attractive man. Lucien was laughing loudly, but it wasn't reaching her ears. She was enraged and possessed.
"Mommy..." Lucien's eyes fell on his mother and he shouted happily.
"Uncle, look, she is my mother." Lucien pointed behind Myron Gray.
Myron Gray swiftly returned his gaze to the woman. But when their gazes locked, a fire fla
