---POV Rosemarie---
Once I was finished with my meal, I left a sandwich for Damon and picked up my cub. He seemed like he was about to get fussy. I didn’t want to worry about that. I rocked him a bit until his whimpers filled the air. “Shhh…my little one. Momma’s here.” I hummed softly, before pulling my chest free and feeding him what I could. I haven’t had a proper meal in quite some time. Producing milk for him has been next to impossible. This time, thankfully, he latched, and I sighed in relief as he started to feed. “That’s it, Joshua.” I whispered again.
He was snoring now, and it was already past sundown. They have clocks here which is quite convenient. It seems to be around 6pm, but you would think it was past midnight for him. The man who is my mate. The next king. I reached o
