Selena's POV~ Morning sunlight streams through the windows, warm and golden, casting a glow on the walls of our new room. Our new home. The pack house is complete, rebuilt from the ground up, and this room—our room—surpasses what I imagined. With wooden beams, a stone hearth, and a bed spacious enough for both of us, plus a little extra.Damian is still sound asleep next to me, his arm heavy on my waist, his face turned toward the window. The light highlights his hair, his jawline, and the scar that runs through his eyebrow. He looks so peaceful, youthful, like how he appeared when I first woke up in his embrace, before we were burdened by the weight of the truth.I watch him and my hand instinctively moves to my stomach. The warmth there is steady now, not just a fleeting feeling. Not the gift, but something else. Someone else.Today, I’ll tell him.My heart races. I shift closer, letting his warmth envelop me. He s
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