Harley’s P.O.V.

As soon as I heard myself, I bit my tongue hard, regretting my stupidity. Carlos was also shocked. His golden eyes searched mine, the faintest crease forming between his brows.

“What did you just say, Princess?”

“N-nothing.” I stammered, heat rushing up my neck.

“Just a slip of the tongue. Forget about it.”

But before I could retreat, Carlos curled his arm around my waist, drawing me back to his chest firmly.

“But I have heard you loud and clear, Princess.”

He said, a questioning note lingering in his voice.

“You asked about our own pups.”

My heart lost its rhythm for breath as I looked away, unable...