“Alpha Zoriana!” Luke squeaked.
Zoriana turned to see the little boy racing toward her, his nanny struggling to catch up. She couldn’t help but break into a wide smile. He was adorable, though she still couldn't fully process that he wasn't Tristan’s biological son—the resemblance was uncanny.
“Mommy and Uncle Tristan are away. Can you play with me?” he pleaded sweetly.
“The Alpha is busy, Luke. Come, we’re going to play with the other pups,” his nanny said strictly.
Zoriana’s schedule was packed with things she needed to finish, but seeing Luke’s face fall in disappointment made her heart ache. “We can play for a little while,” she said. Luke beamed with joy.
He led her to his room and showed her his entire collection of dinosaurs and robots. They finished a Spider-Man puzzle togethe
