RAELYNN’S POV
The world outside our room faded into a dull hum. Nothing else mattered—just the warmth of my babies against my chest and the steady presence of Idris beside me.
Our son let out a tiny yawn, his little face scrunching up before settling into sleep. His sister nuzzled closer, her tiny fingers curling against my skin.
“They’re so small,” I whispered, my throat tightening with emotion.
Idris’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close. “They’re strong, just like their mother.”
I glanced up at him, my heart swelling at the way he looked at them—with awe, with love. I never thought I’d see the fierce Alpha this soft, but here he was, completely undone by two tiny bundles.
Zara sat on the edge of the bed, watching with wide, tear-filled eyes. “Okay, I admit it. They’r
