[Ona]
“So,” Orion raises one eyebrow, his expression so much like his father’s that it pierces me in the heart. “You are our mother?”
We are sequestered in my private rooms, the rest of the family giving us space and time to “bond.” I’m not comfortable around dragons this age, I never have been. I never expected to be a mother. And in many ways, I guess I’m not. What kind of mother abandons her clutch and doesn’t even return to name them?
“Yes, biologically. I did lay you,” I admit. “I’m not sure if I deserve the title of ‘mother,’ that is for you to decide.”
“Why did you leave us?” Ursa’s golden eyes glow brightly. “Didn’t you want us?”
“I’ll be honest,” I look them both in the eyes. “I did not expect you. Once I learned I was carrying a clutch, I went to the celestial kingdom before
