Lulu

Dren wouldn’t take his eyes off my baby. Those dull orange eyes of his looked like they could see straight through the blanket wrapped around my son.

“Watch your gaze, Dren,” Caspian said sharply, stepping forward and blocking his view with his broad body.

His shoulders tightened, and I could feel the leftover trace of his water magic cooling the air around us—a quiet warning for the stranger to keep his distance.

“My apologies. I’ll control my eyes, Alpha.” Dren lowered his ...