Chapter 187 - CP: 187 What Do You Mean Unreliable?

Alex felt the word settle in his chest like warm honey. Pleased. He accepted the carved wooden cup Boulder offered him, the syrup already diluted with warm water from a nearby pot. The first sip hit his tongue like liquid sunlight—thick, sweet, with that faint floral kick that made his whole body sigh in relief. Heat bloomed low in his belly, easing the deep ache in his pelvis and the tender fullness in his chest. Milk let down in a warm rush, and all four cubs stirred at once, tiny noses twitching toward him like compass needles finding north.