AlejandroI have faced rogue Alphas, ancient vampires, dark witches and even my nominal father, Xavier Redmoon, who has wanted me dead since I was ten years old. Heck, I have also faced the Hollow Arc itself but none of them had prepared me for the tiny person sleeping in my arms.The room had fallen into a peaceful silence after the baby's first cries. Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across the polished wooden floor of our bedroom. Beyond the glass, Lake Tahoe shimmered beneath a cloudless sky, its blue waters stretching toward the surrounding mountains.Our child slept as though nothing extraordinary had happened. As though the world hadn't paused to welcome him. Zenith watched us from the bed, exhaustion softening her features but doing nothing to diminish the quiet happiness in her eyes."You've been staring for ten minutes," she whispered. "I know.""They're not going anywhere.""I know."She smiled. "You keep saying that.""I'm reminding
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