Mag-log inDamion’s Point of View**********I woke to warmth.Not the kind that came from fire or sunlight, but the living warmth of another body pressed against mine familiar, grounding, unmistakably Jane. He was curled into me, one leg draped over my thigh, his head tucked beneath my chin like it had always belonged there. His breathing was slow and deep, the kind that only came when his mind was finally at rest.For a long moment, I didn’t move.Alphas were trained to wake alert, to assess threats before they even open their eyes. I’d done that my whole life. But this morning, my instincts didn’t scream or scan or sharpen. They simply settled, purring low and pleased.Valir stretched lazily inside me, tail flicking in contentment.Safe.That was the word that echoed through my bones.Jane shifted slightly, his brow creasing as if he were drifting between dreams. His fingers tightened in the fabric of my shirt, instinctively seeking me even in sleep. The bond between us hummed softly, a low,
Jane's Point Of View*************That night, sleep came in fragments.Not because of fear surprisingly, not that, but because my mind refused to stay still. Every time I drifted, I felt it again. That quiet, steady presence inside me. Like a promise being whispered directly into my bones.Damion lay beside me, one arm draped protectively over my middle, his other hand tangled in my hair. Even asleep, he was alert. I could feel it in the way his body remained subtly tense, like a blade sheathed but ready.I shifted, trying to get comfortable.Immediately, his eyes opened.“Jane?” he murmured.“I’m okay,” I whispered quickly. “Just… thinking.”He hummed softly and pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Try to rest. I’m here.”I believed him. Completely.Still, my thoughts slipped sideways, drifting back through everything that had brought me here. The fire. The loss. The pain I’d once thought would hollow me out forever. There had been so many moments where surviving felt li
Jane’s Point of View********The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the quiet.Not the empty kind that rang in your ears, but the thick, living silence of a house being guarded. The kind that hummed with warded walls, patrolling wolves, and an Alpha who hadn’t slept because his instincts refused to let him.Damion’s arm was still around me, heavy and warm across my waist, his hand resting low on my stomach like it had claimed that spot as sacred ground. I didn’t move at first. I was afraid that if I did, I’d break the fragile bubble of peace hovering around us.I breathed him in instead.Pine, smoke, Alpha heat and something softer beneath it. Mate. Home.My own body felt… strange. Not painful. Not exactly. Just different. Like I was aware of myself in a way I’d never been before. Every sensation felt louder. My heartbeat. My breathing. Even the slow, steady thrum beneath my palm when I hesitantly placed my hand over my stomach.There it was again.That warmth.Not movement. No
Damion Point Of View************By the time we made it back home, my instincts were screaming so loudly it was a miracle I could still think.Every sound felt sharper. Every shadow felt wrong. Valir, my wolf, prowled beneath my skin, hackles raised, hyperaware of the fragile truth now lodged in my chest.Jane was pregnant.My mate was carrying our pup.And suddenly the world felt like a place filled with too many dangers and not nearly enough walls.I guided him inside carefully, one hand never leaving his back. Dave trailed behind us, unusually quiet, his normal humor replaced with something more serious and protective in his own way. The door shut with a solid click, and only then did I let myself breathe a little easier.Jane sank onto the couch, exhaustion hitting him hard now that the adrenaline had faded. His shoulders slumped, and his eyelids fluttered like they weighed a ton.“Hey,” I murmured, crouching in front of him. “Easy. Sit back.”He obeyed without protest, leaning i
Damion's Point of View**************I didn’t sleep.I stayed awake with Jane tucked against my chest, counting every breath he took, every subtle shift of his body, every flicker of energy through the bond. My wolf was rigid beneath my skin, coiled and alert, like a guardian at the edge of a battlefield. The pain came and went in shallow waves, but each time it did, my grip tightened instinctively.Mine.Protect.When dawn finally crept through the curtains, pale and cautious, I was already moving.“Dave,” I said quietly into the room, not looking away from Jane. “Wake up.”Dave jerked upright from the chair he’d clearly fallen asleep in, eyes wide. “What..... is he okay?”Jane stirred at the sound of our voices, his brow furrowing slightly. “Damion…?”“I’m here,” I said immediately, lowering my voice again. I brushed my knuckles along his cheek, grounding him. “We’re going to see the hospital.”That snapped Dave fully awake. “Okay, let me go and freshen up quickly so we can go.” He
Damion’s Point of View************The moment Jane’s name flashed across my phone, the world around me collapsed into silence. I’d been in the middle of a meeting, when a sharp tug yanked at the bond in my chest, firm, urgent, almost painful. I’d felt since I left him at the pool earlier, restless in a way I couldn’t explain. My wolf had been pacing under my skin nonstop, lowering its head, sniffing at the air as if searching for something it couldn’t find. Then the phone vibrated.One look at the screen and my heart stuttered.Jane.I didn’t even remember hitting accept. His voice came through thin and frayed like stretched thread.“Damion… something’s happening.”My blood ran cold.Fear was instant, primal, and absolute. It tore through my body with such ferocity.I didn’t stay long enough to explain. I shifted into motion, so quickly the world blurred, my vision sharpening with my wolf’s instincts.I didn’t think.I reacted.Because my mate was hurting.And there is nothing in thi







