Chapter Three
Paul Grove walked over to open the door to Morian and his living quarters when he heard the knock. His gaze swept over his beautiful mate as she teased their young daughter who was trying to crawl up onto the couch. Morah had learned that trick this morning. It was hard to believe that this tiny girl with midnight black hair, rounded cheeks, and twinkling golden eyes was already close to a year old!
He drew in another breath when he heard a second knock, this time louder, and braced himself. Zoran, Mandra, Kelan, and Trelon had taken their ‘big’ brother position to the extreme. The only one who was being good at the moment was Creon. The other four had been a pain in his backside ever since Morah had been born. Their constant suggestions of how Morian and he should care for
