(Emery’s POV)
Sunlight streamed through the apartment windows.
It felt… unfamiliar. Soft. Safe.
For the first time in months, Emery woke up without fear pressing into her chest. No anonymous texts. No blackmail videos. No new betrayal waiting in her inbox.
Luca was already up, barefoot in sweats, making coffee.
He looked like home.
“You’re staring,” he said, turning to her with a crooked smile.
“I’m allowed to stare,” she said, rubbing the curve of her belly. “You put a person in me.”
He laughed. “Still weird to hear it out loud.”
“I’m finally letting it feel real,” she said softly. “And good.”
He leaned down, kissed her forehead. “It is. It’s all real now.”
But reality, she would learn, has claws.
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That afternoon, Luca got the call.
The Nova City Wolves.
Pro-level. Fast. R
