NARRATOR

Zarek snorted when he saw him move in for the family hug and press himself up behind Victoria.

“For being clingy you’re pretty good, but you haven’t even been able to mark my daughter… useless…”

“I was about to when you interrupted us in the office,” Dracomir’s pupils shifted to wolf-like.

Both of them stared at each other with the women caught in between.

The prince opened his mouth to speak, but a cough from Celine made him stay silent, lips sealed.

Dracomir, for his part, got a crushing pinch to the thigh courtesy of his female.

Still, Zarek’s eyes promised murder in the shadows, maybe while a certain Lord slept… next to his daughter.

A warning growl was all he got from Draco’s wolf.

The future looked like it was going to be… interesting and bloody.

*****

While the women kept hugging and even picking out the name for the next baby girl, Zarek intercepted his unwanted son-in-law.

“Tell me, where did you send my general?” he asked without a shred of courtesy.

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