Mathew POV
With Mckayla in my arms, I maneuvered through the bustling crowd, searching for Liam. The place was packed with family, friends, and what felt like the entire town. Mckayla clung to my shirt with her tiny fingers, her soft warmth a constant reminder of the joy she brought to all of us.
I had been holding her for a while since my wife, Cleo, was busy hosting, ensuring everything ran smoothly.
Mckayla needed her bottle, and I intended to hand her over to Liam. After all, she was his daughter, and I had a few things to handle before the Alpha ceremony tonight.
I finally spotted him across the room, and a smile tugged at my lips.
"Look, Mckayla," I said softly, tilting my head toward him, "there's your daddy." As if she understood, her little face lit up with a toothless grin, and my heart melted all over again.