Dean’s POV
Before we had Julia, I was certain that it would be impossible for me to love anyone or anything as much as I loved Quinn.
Even when Quinn was pregnant, I had my doubts. Of course, I was excited to be a father; of course, I knew I would love the Sun’s Hell out of my little pup. But Quinn was my true mate—my everything. How could a tiny creature who can’t even speak yet possibly hold that kind of place in my heart?
But then they put my little girl in my arms, and I looked down at those big, violet eyes, and I knew, in that instant, that it was possible.
It’s a different kind of love, of course. But there’s something even fiercer about it—something that makes me care more about protecting her than I care about anything else in the world. Maybe it’s her size; maybe it’s her lac
