[Leah’s P.O.V.] – Council Manor, Maine
“Stay with the Lunas that you know, and keep Imogen close,” Christian warns me sternly.
“I get it, I know,” I groan. It feels like the hundredth time he’s told me this.
“Okay, I just want you to be safe. I want the two of you to be safe,” Christian's eyes glaze over in worry, and my heart softens just a bit. I know it must be difficult for an Alpha to let his pregnant mate out of his sight, especially since I can’t mindlink him when he is in meetings.
“I will keep us both safe, I promise.”
“No getting into fights either; you’ve got to watch that mouth of yours.”
“No promises,” I say cheekily. Christian groans, so I compromise, “I’ll watch mine if they watch theirs.”
“That seems... acceptable.”
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I am sitting with Imogen in the Manor garden
