(Alexander's POV)

What an idiot. Can't hold her moonlight wine and still drinks. Drunk and doesn't even know who she is.

But Olivia wasn't finished with her drunken confessions. She snuggled closer in my arms, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.

"And, Mate, I'd already picked a name for our pup," she continued with alcohol-slurred words. "It was going to be Luna, meaning 'moon'."

Her small hand gestured weakly toward the darkened sky ...