LOGINDamion never thought it was possible for him to meet his mate, but he was surprised when he entered class on a faithful day and he was staring at the most beautiful creature he's ever set his eyes on who happens to be his mate. How the hell is he going to tell the guy that he's his mate?
View MoreJane’s Point of View********I woke with my hand still resting on my stomach, fingers splayed as if they’d been guarding the truth of it even in sleep.There were quiet moments, unguarded ones like this, when the reality of it all still startled me. Not fear. Not disbelief exactly. Just awe. My body, male and marked, was doing something ancient and miraculous. Carrying life.Carrying our child.Damion was awake beside me, propped on one elbow, watching me with that familiar intensity that had softened into something warmer over time. His gaze followed the rise and fall of my breathing, the subtle shift of my expression as I surfaced from sleep.“You look like you’re somewhere far away,” he murmured.“Just… checking in with myself,” I said honestly. “Some mornings it still feels unreal.”His hand slid to my stomach, large and warm, grounding. “Real enough for me.”I turned my head toward him, studying his face. There were shadows under his eyes. The leadership still demanded its due,
Damion’s Point of View***********Night has always been my domain.Long before I learned the weight of leadership, before the title of Alpha settled into my bones, darkness was where my instincts sharpened and my thoughts grew honest. Night stripped things down. No posturing. No performance. Just truth, laid bare beneath stars that had watched generations rise and fall.Tonight, though, the dark felt different.Jane slept beside me, curled on his side, one hand resting protectively over his stomach. Our child. The word still echoed in my head like something sacred, something dangerous in its power to unmake me if I wasn’t careful.I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, listening.Not for threats.For life.The quiet breathing of the house. The distant call of an owl. The slow, steady rhythm of Jane’s heart, something I could sense as surely as I felt my own pulse. Valir lay calm beneath my skin, alert but untroubled, his presence no longer a constant pressure but a shared awareness.Th
Jane’s Point of View**********The dream lingered after I woke.Not the hazy kind that slipped through your fingers the moment consciousness returned, but the sort that stayed tucked behind my ribs, warm and persistent. It was filled with forest light and steady hands, with the deep sound of Damion’s voice calling my name like a promise instead of a warning.I lay still, listening.The house breathed around us. Timber settling. Distant footsteps from an early patrol. Somewhere outside, a bird tested the morning with a tentative call. Life moving forward without urgency, without fear.Damion was already awake.I could tell by the subtle shift of his breathing, by the way his arm tightened fractionally around me when I stirred, like his body had memorized mine even before his mind fully engaged. He didn’t open his eyes right away. He just held me, present and grounding, as if the simple act of existing together mattered more than anything waiting beyond the door.“Good morning,” I murm
Damion’s Point of View**********I woke before the sun crested the trees, not because my instincts jolted me awake, but because something inside me had finally learned the shape of rest.Jane was warm against me, his breathing slow and even, his body curved into mine like it had always belonged there. For once, Valir wasn’t pacing beneath my skin, wasn’t snarling warnings or cataloging threats. He was quiet. Alert, yes, but content in a way that felt almost foreign.I stayed still, afraid movement might fracture the moment.For years, waking had been an exercise in readiness. I’d open my eyes, already reaching for control, already counting exits, already bracing myself for whatever the day would demand of an Alpha who could never afford to be careless. Even sleep had been shallow, a series of half-dreams where my senses stayed coiled tight.But this morning......This morning felt like standing in the eye of a storm that had finally passed.Jane shifted slightly, his hand brushing my
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