Noah stayed quiet for a long moment, his hand still resting against my jaw.
The teasing glint in his eyes didn't disappear, but it softened into something much more grounded. He tilted my head up just a bit, forcing me to look at him properly.
"Enough?" he repeated, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating hum that always made my skin prickle. "Arinya, you're far from a regular female," he stated. "You're a female who managed to take a snake as a mate, that's something. Quite fearless. And not just taking a snake as a mate, you have a snow tiger. You made them both share a bed without killing each other. And now you're the one carrying a cub that's knitting three different bloodlines together. Powerful bloodlines, if I might say. So calling you 'enough' or even 'regular' feels like an insult. You... You're going to be a mother of great beasts."
His praises felt much, but he didn't lie.
