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Royal Alpha Roar. I haven’t said a single word since we got into the car. It’s been twenty agonizing minutes on the road, and I’ve decided it’s best to stay silent. My son, however, seems to have taken it upon himself to fill the void, cooing and laughing like the oblivious little prince he is. My gaze keeps straying to Serayah, despite my better judgment. She’s holding him like she was born to do it, bundled in her arms with an ease that grates on my nerves. He’s touching her face, giggling like she’s his personal court jester. What the hell is she doing to make him laugh like that? I should reprimand her, demand she stop touching my son. But I can’t. I don’t dare. Because I’m a goddamned failure. Right in front of her, I showed my weakness—a Royal Alpha who couldn’t even cradle his