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Drakomir looked at her intensely, the truth reflecting in those wolfish pupils.

“You’d better keep that promise… and hand my woman back now. Or isn’t it enough that you already stole my daughter from me?” Zarek muttered, reaching for Celine, whose face was drenched in tears.

Between hormones and emotions, she wasn’t hiding a thing.

“Mama, don’t cry so much, you’ll hurt the baby…” Victoria hugged both her parents, her eyes redder than usual.

So grateful for all the love they’d always given her, to the point of spoiling her a little too much.

Her gaze drifted to the front row, where Rousse and Meridiana were, with a radiant smile.

But her eyes locked on her dearest uncle, who looked at her with deep affection.

Victoria winked at him like she always did, so Quinn would keep her little escapades and mischief secret from her parents.

The kind lycan smiled and placed a hand over his chest, showing her in silence how much he loved her.

Victoria had received nothing but good feelings