The Alpha's gaze flickered briefly to Lucas, seeking a wordless confirmation, and received an encouraging nod in return.
With a soft smile, Clyde nodded as he opened his arms, inviting Rosaline into an embrace that felt more precious than words could express.
Holding his own flesh and blood so close, feeling the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest, was a sensation he had longed for but never imagined experiencing.
"Uncle, don't be sad. Padre is also bad at drawing, unlike Papi. So Uncle is not alone." Rosaline's innocent voice filled the air as she patted Clyde's back, making Ryder sigh and shake his head in amusement.
"Don't worry, I can teach you drawing next time!"she added with unreserved enthusiasm, her innocence serving as a soothing balm for his inner turmoil.
