A massive bed—wide enough to comfortably fit twenty grown adults—was currently occupied by thirteen individuals: one man and twelve women of various races.
Most nights, the bed became a playground of passion or affectionate cuddling that led to passion. But tonight was different.
Tonight, there was only silence—and tension.
Everything was happening too fast.
It hadn't even been a full year since Asteria appeared. And now, another had come.
And she was a Queen.
"Honey? You're really quiet," Harley said, glancing up at Ethan from where she lay on his chest. Her stomach had begun to show signs of pregnancy—proof of their bond.
"I… it's complicated," Ethan murmured with a sigh. His eyes were distant, his expression fragile—helpless even. A look none of them had ever seen before. Not even when things got tough with Harley or Clara.
"Please tell us," Clara urged, worry etching her voice. "We're your family."
"Darling?" Andriel added gently, probing him to open up.
