Jace pov
I stood in the medical office, staring at the ultrasound image displayed on the screen, and felt my entire world shift on its axis.
"It's a boy," Sarah confirmed with a smile. "A healthy, strong male pup. Congratulations, Alpha."
A son. I was going to have a son.
Grace squeezed my hand, her face radiant despite the discomfort of being four months pregnant. Her body had changed beautifully over the past months—the slight swell of her abdomen now unmistakable, her scent shifting to that uniquely maternal sweetness that made every wolf in the pack protective.
"A boy," Grace breathed, her free hand moving to her stomach where our son grew. "Jace, we're having a boy."
Storm was practically vibrating with pride. *A son! An heir! We'll teach him everything—hunting, fighting, leadin
