Her Fated mate

way this dangerous intruder. His instincts told him

rotect his

his kind. The soft black hair on both sides of his head twitched, and suddenly

he ears a pure h

ne brief syllable. He had also sensed something, h

, even more afraid h

she hadn't

on that he was diffe

rom others in thi

o be a litt

ut his butt, and burrowed into the quilt, but his

ery cle

e and came into the room. Seeing Tristan standing

en more flustered. He thrashed about under the quilt, using al

: "Open your mouth and t

eaching

seemed to follow along, making his lit

lowered her voice: "Mr. Ambrose, the child

she glanced in

r the quilt, nothing like

s lit up as she walked in, "Feel

ilt. His face was even redder drenched in sweat,

over, hands shaking as she felt her son's little face, "What's going on? Is it

nth. Going to the hos

or said nothing was wrong. They went

ven doubted he

solutely nothing

anyone that her pre

the pain from bone development would leave her young son drenched in