Chapter 30: A Nightmare

A hatchling normally couldn't speak properly as they were still not used to their passive appearance just yet.

“*sigh* Never mind. I'm still happy that you are fine. My heart almost dropped when I saw you unconscious this morning,” I mumbled as I hugged him tightly and stroked his honey-blonde frizzy and curly short hair.

“Would you like me to arrange a nanny for him and a separate room in the meantime?” Lowell asked.

“No. I can take care of him by myself if Ari needs some rest,” Dillon insisted.

“Okay... I'll ask someone to prepare lunch and snacks for later. I'll help out by teaching him how to pronounce the words properly too,” he suggested.

“Aren't you busy? You looked so laxly despite being an alpha of a big tribe,” I asked in curiosity.

“Nope! I can have my tribe do things for me, especially because your method for sustaining food helped us a lot. There are a lot of hands working anyway,” he explained.