AT THE SAME TIME
SELENE'S POINT OF VIEW:
This, this was why I lived. Not the politics. Not the ancient scrolls. Not even the divine mirror I kept hidden behind three spells and a nasty riddle. No, it was this: three powerful alphas, one hormonal pregnant omega, and a dinner table creaking under tension, unspoken feelings, and root vegetables. I sipped my tea. Slowly. Dramatically. Because someone had to.
Adrian was clearly the glue in this moment, serving everyone like it was just another night, like he hadn't practically growled when the other two walked into his kitchen. Xavier sat between them, giving Michael and Jaxon enough side-eye to power a windmill. And I? I observed. Xavier was glowing, and not just in the 'there's a baby in me and I'm nauseous' way. There was a softness to his posture near Adrian, something safe and warm. The kind of feeling you couldn't fake with words. The kind of bond that was earned.