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********The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the stillness.Not silence. There was a difference I’d learned to recognize, the kind of quiet that came from everything being where it was supposed to be. The compound wasn’t holding its breath. The forest wasn’t tense. Even the bond between Damion and me felt settled, like a low, steady current instead of something charged and crackling.Damion’s arm was heavy around my waist, his hand curved protectively over my stomach. He was asleep this time, truly asleep, not that half-waking Alpha rest he used to survive on. His breathing was slow and deep, Valir dormant but present, a quiet guardian rather than a restless sentinel.I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, letting myself exist inside that calm.My body feels different every day now. Not dramatically, not in ways anyone else would notice yet, but internally there were constant reminders of subtle shifts, unfamiliar sensations, an awareness of
Damion’s Point of View*************I’d learned the sound of Jane’s breathing the way some men learned battle formations.Not consciously at first. It had happened over time, in stolen moments of quiet mornings like this, nights when the compound slept and the world loosened its grip. His breath had a rhythm when he was calm, another when his thoughts were too heavy, a faint hitch now that came more often than it used to, when his body reminded him it was doing something extraordinary.I woke before he did, as I usually did.Valir stirred under my skin, alert but not restless. That alone told me everything was right. Safe. Guarded. The pack’s perimeter held. The forest beyond the wards whispered nothing but birds and wind.Jane lay on his side, one hand resting instinctively on his stomach, fingers spread like a vow he didn’t have to speak out loud anymore. Even in sleep, he protected what he carried.Our child.The word still hit me the same way every time, low and deep, like someth
Jane’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***********This is the second time I've seen him cry because of me. What am I going to do with this man that seems to have wrapped his life around me? I wondered. Because I know that with everything going on, if I happen not to survive the battle ahead because of alpha Jared's gr
Damion's Point Of View********When we entered the dining room, I pulled a chair out for him to sit down before I pulled the one beside him out and sat on it. I dished out food on his plate before dishing out mine and we both started eating. Occasionally, I fed him from mine and he did the same for m
Damion's Point Of View**********He's such a baby, my baby and my love. I love him so much and I'd do anything and everything for him without thinking twice about it. He's asleep in my arms but the hands he had wrapped around my neck never loosened. He was holding on tightly to me as if I'd run away.
Jane's Poin't Of View ********** "So tell me, where are we going to first?". I asked him when he drove out of his compound onto the road. "We'll go to the mall to get your art supplies first. After that, we could go to see a movie or go to the park. What do you think about that?". He said still faci
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