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Even though Silas knew she was his mate’s mother, that she wasn’t responsible for his suffering, every fiber of his being rebelled against showing even a shred of courtesy to another Selenia—anyone who wasn’t his Sigrid.

A low growl rumbled behind Valeria.

Aldric was barely restraining himself.

How dare he show such disrespect to Valeria—the very woman who had brought his mate into this world?

Sigrid also looked at him anxiously. More than anyone, she understood him, but that didn’t mean she liked his dismissive behavior toward her mother.

"Silas…"

"It’s fine, pup. He needs time. I understand his fears very well…"

Valeria wasn’t offended in the slightest. She was about to lower her hand, which had been extended in the air for some time, but suddenly, a larger, colder one took it.

"Thank you for giving birth to her," Silas said, clumsily returning the greeting.

"I am the only one blessed by that," Valeria smiled, gazing affectionately at her daughter.

Sigrid couldn’t help but