The Omega’s Silent Formula (or The Alpha's Healing Bond)
Ethan rumbled, a deep, fond laugh vibrating in his chest.
He turned, gathering Elena into his arms and pulling her flush against his chest. His large hands rested over the small of her back, his thumb tracing the familiar, smooth curve of her waist with fierce, eternal devotion. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers, his golden-brown eyes burning with a warmth that twenty-five years of shared triumphs had only deepened.
"We gave them a world with no ceilings, Elena," Ethan whispered, his voice rough and tender against her lips. "A world where every mind has the freedom to rise."