Tyler's POV
The nursery, with its innocence drowned in the thick tension of unresolved family drama, felt like a pressure cooker ready to blow. Luna and Celeste, our oblivious cherubs, continued their playful banter as if the world outside the nursery was nothing but rainbows and unicorns.
But reality, harsh and unforgiving, awaited just beyond the door.
I shot a glance at Alpha Marcus, the imposing figure of disapproval, and my dear mother, whose judgmental looks could give even the most seasoned vampires a run for their money. It was time to address the elephant in the room, or in this case, the nursery.
"Care for a little chat outside?" I suggested with a nonchalant smile, trying my best to emulate the family charm. My invitation hung in the air, a challenge masked in politeness.
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