The room glowed softly with the morning light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, the January sun casting a gentle warmth over the space. I stirred awake, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach, a habit already forming after yesterday's revelation.
Pregnant. Our little Rosacle. The nausea was milder this morning, just a faint whisper, but the joy from last night lingered like a sweet dream. Elias had insisted on staying overnight, pulling strings with his alpha authority to get a cot wheeled in, refusing to leave my side.
"I'm not going anywhere, mate," he'd murmured as we settled in, his arms wrapped around me despite the narrow bed, his Cedar scent lulling me to sleep. His protectiveness had been a comforting blanket, the bond between us humming with shared excitement a
