Aria’s POVMonths passed, and the pack house grew stronger with each day, the repairs were finished, laughter filled the halls, and the scars of war began to fade. My belly grew heavy, and with it came the anticipation of new life. Damon never left my side, his hand always resting protectively over me, his wolf humming with pride. The night came suddenly. Pain gripped me, sharp and certain. Damon was there instantly, his arms steady, his voice calm. “It’s time,” he whispered, eyes wide with both fear and joy. The healers rushed in, guiding me to the birthing chamber. The pack house was alive with hushed voices, wolves gathering outside the door, waiting. I could hear them, their prayers, their hopes, their love. Hours passed in waves of pain and strength. Damon held my hand through every moment, his voice grounding me. “You’re strong, Aria, stronger than anyone I know, our pups are coming, hold on.” I screamed, I pushed, and then the first cry filled the room, A boy, small, fi
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