Eira’s POV
The moment I stepped inside the manor, I was completely stunned by its beauty.
The entrance hall opened into a breathtaking space with towering ceilings and a sweeping staircase that curved upward with graceful elegance. The polished wooden banister gleamed softly, its surface worn smooth by years of touch. Beneath my feet, the polished stone floor stretched across the hall, arranged in intricate patterns that reflected the golden light above.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, scattering warm light across the grand walls. Portraits of figures who looked like ancient royalty adorned the walls, their solemn gazes watching over the hall. Antiques filled every corner, each piece whispering stories of an age long past.
Leon guided us through the manor and led us into the grand drawing room.
Tall windows draped with heavy velvet curtains allowed soft daylight to spill gently into the room. Plush sofas and elegant armchairs were arranged around a beautifully carved wooden coffee table.
One wall was dominated by a grand fireplace. Its stone mantel held antique clocks, delicate porcelain figurines, and vases filled with fresh flowers. When lit, the fire would surely fill the room with warmth and the comforting scent of burning wood.
"Please have a seat," Leon said politely.
Once we settled down, servants brought refreshments for us. After traveling the entire night, the simple act of sitting down felt incredibly relieving.
"Alpha Kael," Leon continued respectfully, "you must all be tired after such a long journey. Once you have eaten and rested, Alpha Gerald and Luna Iris will meet you."
He informed us of a few more arrangements and then personally guided us upstairs to show us our bedrooms.
Soon everyone went to their respective rooms.
Raven and I quietly followed Kael.
Our luggage had already been moved and arranged neatly by the servants. Kael and Raven went first to take their bath. When they came out, I finally went inside the bathroom myself and took my time.
I was about to meet the royal family.
For some reason, the thought made me conscious of how I looked. Not long ago I had been pale, broken, and sickly. But now I looked different. Healthier. More alive.
Months of care had restored me.
And the day I gained my wolf, something within me had changed. The scars that once covered my body had slowly faded, as though some quiet magic had healed them. My skin no longer looked like a battlefield.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, I stepped out of the bathroom.
Both Kael and Raven were already ready.
Kael had dressed in a suit, looking as handsome and composed as ever. But it was not him who captured my attention.
It was my son.
Raven stood beside him wearing a small suit almost identical to Kael’s.
Their appearance alone seemed to declare to the world that they were father and son. The way they stood, the quiet aura around them, even their expressions felt strangely similar.
My heart melted instantly.
I hurried toward Raven and knelt before him. My hands cupped his little face as I pressed affectionate kisses on his cheeks.
"My little gentleman," I said warmly. "I swear you are the most handsome guy in the whole world."
Raven blinked several times, clearly surprised by my sudden enthusiasm.
"You should thank mommy for praising you," Kael told him calmly.
Of course Raven did not speak.
I was about to tell him that it was alright, that he did not need to thank me.
But then something happened.
A soft little peck landed on my cheek.
I froze completely.
Raven... my son... had just kissed me.
For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.
Kael knelt beside him and watched my stunned expression with quiet amusement.
He looked at Raven. "You know what to do. You are truly smart."
Father and son shared a small smile while I was still struggling to process what had just happened.
Then Kael leaned forward and kissed my lips softly.
"It’s not a dream," he whispered.
I finally snapped out of my shock.


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