The fire's glow danced across the bedroom walls, casting flickering shadows that made the space feel even more intimate, like a cocoon woven just for us. At seven months pregnant, my body was a landscape of changes, fuller breasts, the gentle swell of my belly, skin sensitive to every whisper of air, but in Elias's golden gaze, I felt beautiful, desired. His hands, those strong, capable alpha hands that had protected me through rogue attacks and pack wars, now worked magic on my aching muscles, easing the day's tension with oil-slicked strokes.
The sandalwood scent hung heavy in the air, mingling with his pine-smoke aura and my vanilla essence, creating a heady perfume that made my head spin. Our bond pulsed hot between us, amplifying every touch, every shared breath.
I lay on my s
