Danielle’s POVA YEAR LATERI wake to sunlight spilling across the room, warm, painting the stone walls in quiet promise.For a moment, I lie still, one hand resting instinctively over the gentle curve of my stomach, breathing through the slow rhythm of another morning that feels almost unreal in its peace.A year, a year since the hallway. A year since everything changed.There’s a steady weight behind me familiar, and warm. Rhett’s arm is draped around my waist, his palm spread protectively over my belly as though even in sleep, he knows exactly where he belongs. His breathing is deep, even, the sound anchoring me more than I ever thought another person could.I smile before I can stop myself, I was never supposed to have this. Wolfless and barren.The words once carved themselves into my bones, spoken so often they felt like truth. And yet here I am pregnant, loved, safe wrapped in the arms of the very man who refused to let the world define me by what I lacked.I shift carefully,
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