"I’ll talk to Gabriel once he calms down. For now, don’t bother him," Karmen instructed. "And if anything like this ever crosses your mind again, Denzel, tell me first. Prince Dominick reacts with a specific kind of volatility whenever Juniper is mentioned. You should have known better than to poke that wound."
"I’ll keep it in mind," Denzel replied from the other end.
"I’m hanging up now. Don’t let this eat at you," Karmen said before ending the call. He took a steadying breath before stepping back into the restaurant. He slid into the booth and picked up his burger.
"What happened?" Aisha asked, her eyes searching his. "You look like you’re back on duty."
"Denzel, Gabriel’s Gamma, managed to create a disaster at the palace. It escalated to the point where Gabriel and Prince Dominick actually came to blows in the hallway," Karmen explained, keeping his voice low to avoid eavesdroppers. "It’s over now, but the fallout is messy. Denzel has been stripped of his position as Gamma. I’m going to try and talk sense into Gabriel later, but for now, the damage is done."
Aisha furrowed her brows, the lighthearted mood of their lunch evaporating. "A physical fight between the Princes?"
"Lower your voice," Karmen whispered, his eyes scanning the surrounding tables. "The last thing we need is a public rumor mill churning before the wedding."
"Sorry," Aisha apologized quickly.
"Let’s just focus on our meals for now," Karmen suggested. He settled into the rhythm of the meal, alternating between the savory burger and a few fries, all while keeping a steady eye on Aisha. She was eating slowly now, clearly preoccupied by what he’d revealed.
"You can go and meet Prince Gabriel now, Karmen," Aisha said suddenly, setting her burger down. "I won’t hold you back from your duties. If the palace is in that much trouble, you should probably be there."
Karmen shook his head firmly. "It’s not the right time to approach him. Gabriel needs space to decompress, or I’ll just be another target for his frustration. I’ll catch him in the evening when the air has cleared a bit." He took another sip of his shake, a genuine smile finally resurfacing. "Besides, I’m not leaving yet. This burger is actually quite good."
Aisha relaxed slightly. "I told you this place was a hidden gem." Her smile reached her eyes, feeling genuinely happy in his company.
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"Let him grow," Cassio remarked with a knowing glint in his eyes. "Gabriel is going to have a daily headache once that boy starts walking. But then again, I believe Gabriel won’t even allow anyone to say a single cross word to Noah," he muttered, breaking into a laugh.
He paused, his expression turning more grounded as he looked up at her. "In truth, we’ll be happy with either. Gender doesn’t really matter. What matters is that you deliver them safely and that you’re healthy when this is over. That’s the only thing making me lose sleep."
"With you caring for me like this, I believe I’ll deliver smoothly," Zilia said, her smile widening as the tension in her legs finally began to dissipate.
Casaio nodded, his expression softening into something uncharacteristically gentle. "We really have come so far, haven’t we? Not just one, but three pups at once. It feels like everything finally started falling into place the moment we chose each other again," he said, his fingers easing their pressure before he shifted his focus to her other leg.
"I think about that every day," Zilia admitted, her eyes fixed on him. "But I still believe you’re the true reason for all of this. If you had given up on me back then, Cas, we wouldn’t be here. You’ve been a man I never truly knew I deserved."
Casaio paused, lifting his head to meet her gaze with an intensity that made the rest of the palace drama feel miles away. "I told you from the start, you were the only one for me. If it wasn’t you, it was no one. That’s what I told my wolf, and that’s what he told me, from the very beginning."

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