Alexander:
She was impossibly small.
And looking at her, I didn’t know how such a small being could have such an effect on me.
I’d faced wars, councils, bloodshed, enemies who wanted my head on a spik, and none of that had ever made my hands shake the way they were shaking now.
I sat in the chair beside the bed, holding my daughter against my chest, afraid that if I breathed too hard I might break her.
Her weight was nothing.
And everything.
Her tiny fist curled around my finger with surprising strength, her warmth seeping straight through my skin and settling somewhere deep in my ribs. My wolf was silent, not restless, not demanding.
Reverent.
Mine.
I looked over at the bed.
Alessia was asleep, her lashes resting against flushed cheeks, exhaustion carved into every line of her
