LOGINSelena's POV
The morning light feels harsh.
It slips through the curtains, all golden and soft, landing on the empty spot next to me in bed where Damian should be. The sheets are cold. He didn't come back. I lay here all night, waiting, listening for him. But he never came.
I bury my face in his pillow. His scent is still there—pine, woodsmoke, just him. I breathe it in, hold it, let it break me apart.
*You hid my child from me.*
Those wo
Selena's POVThe clearing is filled with the scents of smoke and flowers.I’m standing at the edge of the trees, hands shaking like crazy. Maya’s behind me, fussing with the flowers in my hair for the third time."Stop fidgeting.""I’m not fidgeting.""You’re vibrating."I let out a breathless laugh. "Same difference."Maya steps back to take a look at me. The dress is white and pretty simple—just like my mom’s. It’s the same one I wore when Caden rejected me, but today feels different. Nothing feels the same."You look great," Maya says. "Try not to cry; you’ll ruin your makeup.""I’m not going to cry.""You are going to cry."I take a deep breath. "Okay, maybe I will cry."She gives me a quick, fierce hug. "Go on. He’s waiting."Damian stands in the center of the clearing, hands behind his back, shifting his weight lik
Selena's POVI wake up, and he’s still here beside me.His arm is wrapped around my stomach, his face nestled in my hair, breathing softly against my neck—warm and comforting. The sheets are all tangled around us, and the morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue. I don’t want to move; I want to stay right here, wrapped in this warmth, in this tranquility, knowing that he’s my husband now.A smile creeps onto my face. Husband. It feels a bit strange, but in a really good way.I place my hand on my stomach. The babies seem quiet this morning, or maybe they’re still asleep. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure how all of this works. I just know they’re there, and he’s here, and for the first time in weeks, I feel at ease.He shifts behind me, pulling me in a little closer. “You’re awake.”“Looks like you’re awake too.”&ld
Damian's POVThe bonfire is already crackling to life as the sun sets.Torches flicker around the clearing, their golden flames contrasting with the deepening twilight. The pack house stands proudly behind us, finally completed, its windows shimmering with warmth. The crowd gathers, filled with laughter and chatter, everyone carrying food and drinks. They’ve been anticipating this moment for a while now. So have we.Selena’s next to me, her hand in mine, her gaze fixed on the flames. She’s in this simple white dress, her hair flowing freely, cheeks slightly flushed. She looks radiant—maybe even glowing.I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “Ready?”She meets my eyes, a hint of nervousness there. “Ready.”I step up onto the platform, and the chatter dies down, faces turning toward us, eager.“Tonight, we celebrate.” My voice resonates across the clearing. “We&
Selena's POVThe sunlight pours over the bed, warm and golden, and honestly, I just want to stay right here.I’m curled up against Damian, his arm draped heavily around my waist, and his breathing is slow and steady. We’re both naked, skin touching skin, wrapped in sheets that smell just like him. It feels like ages since we’ve slept in this late. I can't even remember the last time I felt this safe.Gently, I trace my finger along his collarbone and feel his heartbeat under my palm. He’s here. He came back. Last night by the lake, when he asked me to marry him... that was real, not just a dream. I glance down at his hand resting on my stomach, the spot where our children will grow, and I finally let myself breathe freely.There’s so much waiting for me. My mother, my father, I have to find Aldric my grandfather, and that rogue faction out there trying to twist me against him. All of that is still looming, still
Selena's POVHis hand feels warm in mine, and I cling to it tightly. I don’t intend to let go—not now. Every few steps, I glance up at him, checking his face to make sure he’s still right there beside me. Each time, he meets my gaze, squeezes my fingers, and plants a kiss on my forehead or lips."You’re staring," he says, a teasing edge to his voice."I’m looking," I reply.His smile is small but genuine. "Same thing."I shake my head. "Staring is distant. Looking is seeing. Right now, I’m seeing you."He halts, pulls me close, and kisses me slowly. "Then look as much as you want."We meander through the trees, the moonlight filtering through the branches. The path is familiar to him but feels new to me. He guides me to a clearing where the lake opens up before us.I stop short, my breath catching in my throat.The water lies still, like black glass reflecting the stars a
Selena's POV"Damian?"My voice trembles as I say his name. I stretch out my hand toward him, my fingers quivering, half-convinced I’m dreaming. He’s here. Really here. Sitting on the edge of our bed, his face wet, eyes red, gazing at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.I push myself up and grab his arms. "Is this real? Are you really here?"He cup my face in his warm, trembling hands. "I’m real. I’m right here."I break down. Tears spill over, and I can’t contain them. I throw myself into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as if he might vanish."I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry—" The words tumble out repeatedly, and I can’t seem to stop. Pulling back slightly, I gaze at his face, brushing my hands against his cheeks, his jaw, his lips. He’s here. He came back.I kiss him. His forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his mouth—I







