Chapter 78

Lila’s POV The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated my dimly lit condo room as I scrolled through pictures of baby carriages. Pastel blues and soft creams, luxurious finishes, and clever features—it was all so overwhelming. I rested my elbow on the armrest, propping my chin in my hand. Was this one too big? Did I need the one with the extra storage? And why did they all look like miniature spaceships? A knock at the door startled me. I froze, my finger hovering over the touchpad. Who could it be? Emily hadn’t mentioned visiting, and Joan was back in the mansion and in her room, likely napping her pregnancy-induced exhaustion away. Ronan was out handling official pack business, meeting with ministers from a neighboring territory. That left… My heart skipped a beat. Caden? The thought gripped me so tightly that I almost dropped my laptop. My pulse quickened, and a strange mix of anxiety and excitement bubbled up inside me. But then I scoffed at myself. Of course not. Why would he b