Chapter 18 XVIII. Compassion

Aidan

"A nursery?"

Sadness washes over me. I will never have a mate, and this nursery will remain empty.

I close the door, not wanting to think about anything.

I thought that I could be happy, but fate slaps me in the face once more.

"This room will remain empty. I don't have a mate," I say to Lucian.

"As the Werewolf King, one day you will have t