“Nonsense!” Irina’s face exploded in redness. “I think you’re just saying this because you want to mate.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Winston.” Winston raised his head indicatively.

Irina looked up and saw that Winston was indeed at the entrance of the tree hole looking at them.

Under the moonlight, his silver eyes had turned emerald green. If it wasn’t for the fact that Irina was familiar with him, her legs would have turned weak from the scare.

“Winston?”

He responded with an “Mm” in his deep voice.

Damien nudged her. “I wasn’t lying to you, was I? Now that your fetus is stable, we ought to...