Months had passed since the war ended. Peace had settled over the pack like a gentle dawn. The once-whispered doubts were gone; Elias was no longer just the Beta—he was the Alpha’s mate, the heart of their people.
And he carried something even more precious.
Kieran never left his side during those long months, his hand always brushing Elias’s, his voice always grounding him whenever fears crept in. For Elias’s body had changed, carrying within it a child—a gift no male wolf had ever known.
“It’s the Goddess,” Kieran had whispered the first night they felt the pulse of new life beneath Elias’s hand. “She’s blessed us.”
Now, under a sky lit by a full, silver moon, Elias’s cries filled their chamber. Pain and power rippled through him, sweat glistening on his skin as Kieran held his hand,
