Page 118 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

Damon jerked a chin toward the female as he told me, “Sasha, meet Nara.” He gestured toward me. “Nara, Sasha.”

I gaped up at him.

A brow arched in Nara’s forehead. “Glad we got the introductions out of the way. Still don't tell me why you’re here, baby brother.”

I blinked.Baby brother? This is his sister?

“Can we come in, Nara?” Damon asked, his eye twitching in annoyance.

Nara rested a hip against the doorframe and pressed a finger to her chin as she looked upward. “Hmm, let me think about it….”

“Nara…” Damon growled.

Nara threw back her head, tinkling laughter erupting from her. Another figure slipped into view from inside the cabin, padding toward her. The figure had a strong build, muscles stacked upon muscles, though the male’s frame appeared leaner than Damon’s. He pressed behind Nara and placed an arm around her hip, a protective hand over her swollen belly.

His gaze narrowed on me. It was obvious that he was her mate, his protective instincts ramping up with me being near his female. I was a werewolf. Even latent, I was still the enemy.

“What’s going on?” the male werebear asked.

Damon’s mouth opened, but Nara answered, “I was just contemplating whether I should let my little brother inside.” Nara glanced at her mate. She flashed a smug grin at Damon. “I’ve decided. Enter.”

With that, she pushed away from the doorframe and toddled further into the cabin. Her hand rested on her back to balance the weight from her protruding belly. The male eyed me again, before stepping back to allow for our entrance. Damon swept inside, striding into the living room with me still perched in his arms. He was tender as he lowered me onto the couch. I pushed myself into a sitting position and peered around. The cabin had a homey feel. Pictures of landscapes featuring rolling hills and lush clearings framed the walls. Little trinkets and knick knacks, such as ceramic dolls, and flowers perched on the floating oak bookshelves. A soft amber glow illuminated from the living room chandelier. Soft downy pillows flanked the couch I sat on, the fine leather plush. My toes curled into the padded, soft rug beneath my feet.

She’s nesting.I stared in wonder. The final stages of a female’s pregnancy involved her making the home acceptable for receiving the young. The scented candles throughout the house brought nutmeg and cinnamon wafting through the house. It completed the coziness Nara was aiming for.

“Your home is lovely,” I told Nara and smiled. “Your cubs are well loved already.”

A warm smile touched her lips. “Thank you.” She cast a glance at her mate. “This gruff male is my mate, Garl.”

Garl gave a jerk of his chin, his gaze never straying from me. I shoved away the urge to lift my chin in challenge and dipped my head in respect instead. The male was just warring with instincts to protect his mate and unborn cubs from another predator—me.

“Pleased to meet you,” I told Garl.

He gave a noncommittal grunt. Damon narrowed an eye at him, to which Garl replied, “A pleasure.”

Damon turned to his sister, pointing at me and told Nara, “Tell her what you are.”

Nara’s eyes widened. Garl was at her side in an instant. “What? Why?”

“Tell. Her.” Damon’s voice grew hard, brooking no argument.

Understanding sparked in his sister’s eyes. She gave a solemn nod.

“Nara,” Garl growled a warning.

Nara turned to me and dipped her head. She raised a hand and placed it over her heart. “I am a latent.”

Shock raced through my veins. My head whipped toward Damon. I read the answer in his eyes.

Garl’s upper lip peeled back. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.” He stood by his mate’s side like a proud statue, a hand resting on her shoulder.

A slow smile curled my lips. “No,” I intoned. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Nara watched her brother, familial love brimming in her eyes, a mirror reflection in Damon’s. I wasn’t an idiot and could see the love both siblings had for each other. Through the window of the bedroom I was resting in, I saw it. Damon had crossed paths with Nara before, and his countenance always seemed to soften a tad with her. At first I had mistaken her for a potential love interest, and my heart had endured pangs because of it. But then I understood. What I had witnessed between the two earlier was a sibling’s affection for one another.

That Damon held such a bond with Nara could only mean…

“You’re not averse to Latents,” I said, watching Damon.

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