Allison' POV
I stepped out of the bedroom with Lily beside me, her small hand clutched in mine.
My daughter looked like a miniature explorer ready for an expedition, complete with her sun hat and unicorn sticker-covered water bottle.
Her excitement was palpable, radiating off her in waves that warmed my heart.
My wolf, Jasmine, purred with contentment at our cub's happiness. *She looks so beautiful today. So carefree.*
The peaceful moment shattered when I entered the kitchen.
Lucian sat at my dining table, casually finishing what remained of breakfast as if he owned the place.
The sight of him, so comfortable in a home he had no right to claim, sent a ripple of irritation through me.
I deliberately avoided looking at him, turning instead to Bellingham who stood by
