Sky’s POV
The morning didn't feel real. I woke up enveloped in the scent of cedar, expensive soap, and him. For a long time, I just lay there, watching the sunlight play across the dark silk sheets. My body felt heavy, not with the exhaustion of running, but with a deep, liquid warmth. For the first time in a long time, the hollow ache in my chest was gone.
I pressed my hand against my stomach. It was still flat, still seemingly unchanged, but everything was different. I was carrying a life. Zayne’s life. A little heartbeat that had tethered me to this world when I wanted to drift away.
Zayne entered the room carrying a silver tray. The sight was so domestic it made my throat tight. The powerful Alpha of the Western Pack, a man who could snap a neck with a flick of his wrist, was carefu
