From the moment Eliot Moonhaven let out his first breath, the nursery at the palace changed. The air itself shimmered with power, and his eyes, silver-flecked with midnight blue, watched everything. Nova had expected newborns to cry often, but Eliot rarely did. He studied. He waited. And when he did cry, it was with a force that rippled through her very soul.
Nova found herself adjusting to life as Queen and mother, the bond with her triplets forming with breathtaking speed, but it was Eliot who made her feel watched in the best and most protective way. The first time he growled—just a week old—was when a visiting Alpha’s tone displeased her.
Max had laughed, deeply amused. "Looks like our boy already knows how to defend his Luna."
Eliot was her shadow. He tracked her voice. When she ro
