Chapter <b>240 </b>


    “Heterochromia<b>,</b>” I murmured, looking up at Alexander again to find him still standing in the doorway. He didn’t respond at first, too busy staring with wide eyes at his suddenly calm son.


    “Sorry…” He shook his head. “What did you say<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “Heterochromia.” I shifted Lucien in my arms and patted his back gently when he began to fuss again. He’s got two differently colored eyes.”


    “Oh. Right.” I could have sworn I saw the faintest smile tug at Alexander’s lips, but it was gone before it could fully take form. “Yeah. One blue, one green. My wife’s eyes are… were… blue.”


    My throat tightened at the softness in his voice and the way he almost seemed to forget I was dead. Briefly, I wondered if I had been wrong about him. But before I could dwell on it<b>, </b>Lucien huped,


    drawing my attention again.


    For the next few minutes, I gently paced across the room, bouncing Lucien and humming to him and speaking in hushed whispers. He calmed quickly, his hups and whimpers eventually turning into soft


    coos and curious eyes looking up at me.


    Finally, I lowered him into his crib. My five minutes was nearly up and it had felt all too short. To both mine and Alexander’s surprise, Lucien didn’t fuss when Iid him down. I uncapped the vial of drops and gently opened his mouth, dropping just one under his tongue. He scrunched up his face, but he didn’t spit


    anything up.


    When I was finished, I pulled back to look at him. One of his tiny hands hade free from his swaddle, and before I could leave, he reached up and wrapped his entire fist around my index finger with a strong


    grip.


    “You’re good with him.” I hadn’t even noticed that Alexander was now standing beside me, looking down at our son with a soft expression.


    Little did he know how badly I wanted to share this moment with him, the father of my child. Together. But I could never tell him. And I still felt cold toward him after everything that had happened, so I tried not to dwell on it too much.


    “I know it’s no interview,” I said, finally pulling my hand away and watching as Alexander gently fastened the oxygen tubes around Lucien’s head, “but I hope I proved myself to you tonight.”


    <b>“</b>You have.” Alexander ced his hand over Lucien’s chest<b>, </b>seeming almost relieved when he felt its gentle rise and fall, then turned toward me. “You’re hired.” <fnd17a> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find·novel</fnd17a>


    “What?<b>” </b>I blurted out. “Just like that?”


    “Lucien seems to like you. Besides, you’re the only applicant I’ve spoken to so far who doesn’t seem to have ulterior motives.”


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    I had to contain my squeal of excitement at that. Just like that, Alexander was hiring me–without so much as an interview! Even if I could never tell him or Lucien who I really was, the fact that I would actually get a chance to be near my son was all I could ask for at this point.


    “Thank you, Alpha,” I managed, curtsying just like Lilith showed me. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.


    Alexander grunted, then stepped away. “I assume you don’t have anywhere to stay. Since you’ve been living in my cer.”


    My eyes widened. “I-”


    “It’s fine. I figured you weren’t hurting anyone by being down there for a couple of days.” Alexander turned away and gestured for me to follow. “This way. I’ll show you to your room.”


    I was still inplete shock, but jogged after Alexander and followed him through the vast mansion. He led me to the servants‘ quarters, a wing of the house I had visited rarely during my time as Luna, and stopped outside one of the doors.


    “For now, you’ll share a bunk with one of the other servants,” he said, reaching out to open the door.” Unless I find that Lucien needs you sleeping closer to him.”


    With that, he swung the door open and left without saying goodnight. I stepped into the doorway to find a small but well–appointed room with a bunkbed, a desk, and <i>a </i>dresser.


    A girl was sitting on the top bunk, reading a book. When I entered, she snapped her book shut and looked at me warily. I forced a smile. “Hello. I’m St—”


    “I know who you are.” She pointed to a spot in the corner that I hadn’t noticed before–a single nket and a pillow on the hardwood floor. “Your bed’s over there.”


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