Amber's POV
"Now, tell me, Peter."
I turned over in bed, still dazed, and locked eyes with Peter in the darkness, his eyes gleaming. "How far has the situation between you and Donald developed?"
"Well, darling, I was just..."
I could see the hesitation in Peter's expression, so I quickly made my stance clear.
"Listen, Peter! Don't even think about using those excuses like 'it's my own business' or 'you just need to worry about the baby' to evade my questions!"
"OK, OK! Put away your claws, my dear little kitty." Peter raised his hands, surrendering with a smile. Then, he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing my fingertips.
"I promise you, from now on, I will tell you everything. After all, why did the Moon Goddess choose you, this naughty little wolf, to be my mate?"
"Don't use sweet talk to distract me, Peter!"
Pretending to be angry, I pulled my hand from Peter's and shyly pushed his chest.