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Cain:

We had a brief chat with the warriors before Nash challenged them to a race. At the same time, we received a message from Ryker.

Ryker: Get inside.

It was strange because he didn’t provide any further explanation.

“Come on, are you scared?” Nash teased, laughing and putting them at case. These warriors, who once resented us, now seemed thrilled just to be getting some attention.

“I wish I could join, but he’s going on a break, and I’ll be the only one guarding the room,” the warrior said, clearly disappointed at missing the opportunity. He knew that running alongside an Alpha King would be a story he could share with future generations.

“Umm, Cain, are you free?” Nash asked, pretending to have just come up with the plan after giving it some thought. “Can you please guard this door while we’re out?”

The warrior seemed even more impressed that Nash was so eager that he’d ask his brother, another Alpha King, to help out.

“Yeah, sure, I can handle that,” I said, flashing a smile, which made the warrior’s grin widen even more.

“Alright, here’s what we’ll do,” Nash continued. “We’ll take a quick run while you guard the room. Then we’ll exchange numbers. Wow, I didn’t expect to make a new friend today,” Nash added, lifting the guy’s spirits.

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There were two warriors posted in front of the door, but I assumed at night only one would remain while the other took a break. It seemed like the shift change was happening, so now it was just the one warrior, ready to leave with Nash.

“I’m honestly speechless–I can’t believe this is happening,” the warrior kept glancing between me and Nash, probably still in disbelief.

Despite the casual interaction, I felt a bit uneasy about what I might find in the room. The baby had to be here.

“Let’s go then,” Nash finally said, leading the warrior downstairs. I waited a moment before knocking on the door, curious to see if anyone would

answer.

To my surprise, someone did.

A young woman, looking disheveled and half–asleep, opened the door.

“Alpha King Cain?” she quickly bowed in respect.

“Yeah, I just arrived, and there’s no one to serve me drinks. Could you grab me a bottle of wine?” I asked, trying to come up with an excuse to get her to step away.

But that’s when I heard voices from inside the room. Two more women appeared at the door, making me realize it wouldn’t be easy to handle them all. They could easily report to Brody what happened here.

“He’s the one who paints,” one of the nannies whispered to the other.

“So, are you painting anyone these days?” The nanny at the back quickly fixed her hair, batting her eyes at me.

“Actually, I was thinking of painting a group of women,” I teased, recalling the charm I possess. It’s not just about desire–there’s an art to

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seduction, too.

“Really? Do you have any models yet?” the nanny at the front asked, clearly intrigued.

“Not yet. But–you three seem to fit my style perfectly,” I replied, sliding my hands into my pockets as I watched them take deep breaths, exchanging excited glances.

“What do I need to do to become one of your models?” asked the nanny with short black hair, her desperation visible on her face.

Desperation is the worst kind of weakness–it pushes people to make foolish decisions.

“Hmm, looking at the three of you, let me tell you this–you don’t need an audition,” I said as I leaned in, gently touching the chin of one of them, watching her crumble right before my eyes.

“How about–you three head to the guest room and get ready for my arrival?” I suggested. They jumped with excitement, but their enthusiasm quickly faded.

“Oh, but we can’t leave this room,” the nanny at the back reminded them, nudging the others with a frown. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why not?” I folded my arms across my chest, watching their faces drop.

“Hey, the baby just went to sleep. If we’re quiek, we’ll be fine. Brody doesn’t have to know,” the short–haired girl whispered to the others, sparking my curiosity. Why so many nannies for just one baby?

“Okay, can we finish it in two hours?” one of the nannies asked, and I nodded.

“Yeah, two hours should be enough. But you need to hurry. You know

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the room Silas has occupied? Go there,” I instructed them. They quickly rushed inside to gather a few things before coming back out and closing the door.

“The warrior went to use the restroom,” I explained as I noticed them glancing around.

“Okay, okay, you can come to the room in fifteen minutes. We just need to clean up quickly,” the nanny smirked shyly, giving me a hint that they wanted to look their best for this “session.”

“Sure,” I agreed, letting them pass. As soon as they were out of sight, I hurried inside to see what was really going on. The moment I stepped in, Ryker appeared through the balcony.

“There are three babies,” Ryker gasped in shock–definitely not what Silas had told us.

“And they-” My eyes landed on a bassinet with a ‘C‘ carved into it. I peered inside, and a wave of disbelief hit me hard.

“Ryker-” I gasped, not even realizing I might wake the baby as I picked him up.

His eyes fluttered open, and in that moment, something profound stirred within me.

“This is our baby,” Nic said confidently, as we both stared into the eyes of our child.