Emma’s POV
“I’m sorry if you feel as if I’m disturbing you, Luna,” Lila said apologetically, “but the packhouse has to be clean. The elders always say a dusty room brings bad luck to new life. I swapped with the study maid tonight because she’s down with a fever, and I didn’t want the Alpha and Luna’s private space to be neglected—especially now.”
I opened my mouth to tell her to leave, that she couldn’t keep walking into our private moments like this, that someone else could clean the damn study tomorrow.
But before I could speak, Richard’s voice came through the mind-link—calm, low, pleading.
Emma, breathe. For our pup’s sake. Don’t yell again. It’s not good for your condition.
I hissed. Are you too kind to see how much she’s been bugging us lately? Why doesn’t she find a better tim
