(Alexander's POV)I stared down at the small bundle in my arms, my heart hammering against my ribs. Silverleaf Winters shifted within her soft nesting furs, her tiny eyelids fluttering as she woke.My daughter. My pup.She was only ten days old, so incredibly tiny and perfect. As the furs fell away from her face, I couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. She was unmistakably mine - the distinctive amber eyes so like my own, the angular Blackwood facial structure already evident despite her infancy, even the faint dimple in her left cheek that was an exact mirror of my own.My large hands, hands that had torn rival wolves apart in territory disputes, now cradled her with trembling gentleness. As I held her closer, I inhaled deeply, catching the sweet scent of pup milk clinging to her. My wolf Alex rumbled with contentment inside me, recognizing our offspring."Hello, little one," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. "I'm your father."To my surprise, tears welled in my eyes
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