"Papa!"
The sweet little voice rang through the air, and Duke Leander's chest swelled with pride and joy.
There he was—his precious Luca.
So young, so small, so unbearably cute, running to him with chubby little hands and a bright, gleeful smile.
"Papa!" Luca giggled again, throwing himself into his father's waiting arms.
"Oh, my precious boy!" Leander cried, twirling him around before setting him down to play.
The two of them crouched on the floor, playing with tiny battleship toys.
"Boom! Haha!" Luca squealed, knocking over a plastic ship as Leander feigned defeat with a dramatic groan.
Nothing in the world could compare to this happiness.
Nothing.
Leander stood for a moment to grab another toy from the cabinet.
It was the perfect addition to their little game.
But when he turned back…
He froze.
There was Luca.
Still smiling.
Still absolutely adorable.
But now sitting in front of…a young white wolf.
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The little cub sat there calmly, its azure eyes glinting.
