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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Author: Larissa Watson
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-26 22:03:25

Simon’s POV

The house was quiet.

The kind of quiet that settled into your bones. That hummed with peace and protection, like a blanket pulled gently over the soul. Loria was already asleep, her breath soft and even as she lay curled on her side. One hand rested over her belly, the other loosely clutched the edge of the blanket.

I watched her for a long moment, letting the stillness anchor me.

She hadn’t slept like this in weeks. Maybe longer.

Zyan stirred in the back of my mind, content but alert. She needed this.

I nodded silently and stepped away, moving into the small sitting area just off the bedroom. The floor was warm beneath my feet, the windows glimmering with faint moonlight. I pulled my phone from my pocket and tapped Matt’s name.

It rang twice before a voice answered—but not Matt’s.

“Hey, Alpha,” Caleb said. His voice was calm but alert. “Matt’s sleeping. I took his phone while he’s out. Figured you'd check in.”

I ran a hand through my hair and dropped onto the arm of the c
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