EIRA’S POV

I moved my head up when Neve Eiro reached my cheek with his cute little finger. He would like to get the bread on the table.

“Baby…” Colden grasped Neve Eiro. He placed him on his lap.

We were having dinner with the complete family. I would never imagine that me and Fira would be part of a royal dinner like this. I could still remember the days that we were on the side of the table, standing, serving the royals. We were omegas, no title, but now, we were now called “Queen.”

“Queen Ice, what’s your advocacy?” Suddenly, Queen Fire Embeyra asked.

“To help the wolves, my...