"Noah, call me Grandpa. Say it," Raidan murmured, his deep voice softened almost to a coo as he gently bounced the newborn in his arms. He repeated the command that was utterly unsuited for a powerful Alpha King.
But Noah only offered him a gummy, triumphant smile, a soundless cheer that nonetheless flooded Raidan's heart with pure joy.
"Fix his cap, Your Majesty. The weather is turning cold," Mabel instructed her husband, her eyes already on the baby. Simultaneously, she turned to the maid. "Is the massage oil warm enough yet? Not too hot."
Raidan obeyed immediately. His hands carefully adjusting the brim of the soft wool cap over Noah's little head. Noah responded by laughing, a bright, breathy sound, and enthusiastically throwing his arms and legs into the air.
"You hear that, little one? You will get a good massage soon from your grandmother," Raidan chuckled, his gaze full of affection as he watched Mabel.
