Zayne’s POV
The seasons have a way of blurring into one another when you are finally happy. The biting chill of that winter, the winter of lies, of Tracy’s betrayal, and the desperate search on the pier, gave way to a blooming spring, and then to a summer so golden it felt like a dream.
Nine months. To some, it’s a long time. To me, it felt like a single, held breath.
I stood by the tall windows of our nursery, looking out at the pack lands. The trees were heavy with late summer leaves, a deep, vibrant green that matched the life pulsing through the house. Behind me, the room was a soft sanctuary of cream and light wood. I had spent weeks personally overseeing every detail, from the rounded corners of the crib to the hand-painted stars on the ceiling.
I was no longer just an Alpha. I w
