Roxy's brilliant green eyes widened, her heart going bathong. It sounded like a good idea… but…
"Zarek," Roxy breathed, her voice incredibly small as she looked up into his burning golden eyes. "I... I don't think I am ready for another child yet."
The towering warlord didn't frown. He didn't tense, and his pride didn't flare.
Instead, Zarek's handsome face softened into an expression of such profound, devastating tenderness that it completely disarmed her. He lifted his massive, calloused hand, his thumb pressing gently against her lower lip to softly shush her.
"Shhh," Zarek murmured, his deep voice a velvet rumble that vibrated directly into her skin. He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to just breathe in her scent. "I know, my Queen. I know you are exhausted. You have bled and fought and given so much to this pack. Let's not think about anything today. Let me just spoil you. Can't I do that for you?"
