"You may go, Dena. Thank you," Roxy said softly, not even turning her head.
The young wolf-shifter, who had followed them upstairs carrying a stack of fresh linens, immediately offered a respectful bow and slipped right back out into the hallway, leaving the Matriarch entirely alone with the Dragon Alpha.
The room was bathed in the cool, soothing shadows of the early evening. Roxy walked over to the massive, fur-covered bed and carefully climbed onto the mattress. She settled against the mountain of silk pillows, pulling her violet robe aside to immediately placate the furious, squirming bundle in her arms.
Tyara latched instantly, her tiny, desperate whimpers immediately silenced as she fed with her usual, terrifyingly aggressive tiger focus, whining and whimpering.
