The atmosphere in the East Wing guest suite was unlike anything the mansion had ever seen. Zane and Emma had expected to be treated like prisoners or, at best, unwelcome guests. Instead, they found themselves at the center of a royal guard made of children.
Liam stood by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, mimicking his father Lennox's authoritative stance. Leo was busy rearranging the pillows on the large bed to make sure Scarlett was comfortable, while Leon stood at the foot of the bed, his sharp eyes watching the door as if expecting an army to burst through.
"You can put her down now," Liam said to Zane, his voice surprisingly firm. "The bed is warm. Sarah brought the heated blankets."
Zane looked at the young Alpha-in-training, slightly stunned. He slowly laid Scarlett down. The little girl looked tiny against the silk sheets, her breathing still shallow.
