Chapter 0291

I wouldn't change a single thing.

Sebastian promised to fill our packhouse with pups, and he's kept that promise beautifully. Even after three and a half years, I still crave his touch as desperately as the first day we mated. He finds ways to show his love in the smallest gestures—a lingering kiss before dawn, his fingers tracing my spine when he thinks I'm asleep. And at night? Well. Let's just say we've perfected the art of silent pleasure, though he takes wicked delight in testing my limits.

Our first four came in quick succession, leaving no room for heats between pregnancies. After the fourth, Dr. Whitmore insisted we wait. Whether it was the nursing or simply my body needing respite, my cycle took months to return.

I don't think Sebastian truly believed Nathaniel's warning about the intensity of a Guardian's post-pregnancy heat. By day three, he was muttering prayers to the Moon Goddess for mercy. Thank the stars for Genevieve and Nathaniel—they kept our pups fed, stocked our fridge with electrolyte drinks, and turned away all visitors for seven straight days.

When it finally broke, we stood under the shower spray, washing away a week's worth of sweat and musk. Sebastian glanced down at himself with a wince. "Little mate, I think you've ruined me for other women."

I pressed against him, laughing against his collarbone until I felt evidence to the contrary. "Seems functional to me."

"Never thought I'd say this," he groaned, "but please tell me you're done."

"Absolutely fried," I admitted, wincing as I shifted my weight. "I'll be walking funny for days."

We collapsed onto fresh sheets and slept around the clock, making up for lost time.

Now, two weeks later, I've arranged candles throughout our bedroom, their flickering light painting the walls gold. Normally Sebastian's keen nose detects my pregnancies before I do—only with our daughter did I know first. This time, I want to savor his reaction.

Genevieve has the pups for the evening, giving us this perfect moment alone.

The door creaks open. "What's all this, my love?" Sebastian's voice wraps around me like velvet as he nuzzles my mating mark, sending electric sparks dancing across my skin.

I melt into his embrace, still marveling at how his touch sets me ablaze after all this time. "I have news."

"Mmm." His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. "Let me guess—you've arranged a night of debauchery with your irresistible mate?"

"Partly." I gasp as his teeth graze my earlobe while he carries me toward the bed.

He lays me down with reverence, trailing kisses down my throat. "Explain the other part."

"The kids are with Genevieve because..." I arch into him as his mouth finds my breast, my fingers twisting in his hair. "Sebastian, look at me."

When his storm-gray eyes meet mine, I see eternity reflected there. "We're having twins."

Dorian surges forward in his gaze before Sebastian drops to his knees, pressing his ear to my stomach with a laugh that shakes his entire frame. "Should've known you'd outdo yourself, little Guardian."