~ NYSSA: EPILOGUE
The bed shifted, a heavy, familiar warmth sinking into the mattress behind me. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't need to.
A massive, calloused hand slid under my shirt, resting over the swollen curve of my belly. The contrast was ridiculous—his palm practically covered the entire bump. For a guy who could snap a vampire's neck with two fingers, his touch was terrifyingly gentle.
"You're tracking bigger today, little wolf," Rowan murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my spine. He leaned down, his breath hot against my bare shoulder. "Stop crowding your mother. She's already pissed off about the ankles."
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from snorting.
"He's talking to the pup again," my wolf chimed in, her voice a lazy, satisfied purr in the back of my mind.
"Let him. It's cute when the big bad king acts like a sap."
