Lucy’s pov :
The Silverfang estate's living room felt like a cozy haven against the early May evening chill, the fireplace crackling softly and casting flickering shadows on the plush rugs and leather armchairs. I'd come over after helping Naomi with wedding invitations at the kingsley mansion, her bump was adorably prominent now, and we'd spent the afternoon giggling over font choices while Rosa hovered with snacks.
Ronan had texted me to swing by, his message cryptic but warm: "Miss you, Red. Dinner here?" How could I say no? Our... whatever this was... had been building steadily since the warehouse nightmare two months ago. Stolen kisses during pack meetings, late-night calls where his deep voice made my beta heart flutter, hands brushing in ways that sent sparks through me. But
