Chapter 144: The Heir’s First Storm

Elira

I cradled my son securely against my chest, gently breathing in his soft, sweet baby scent. His hair already curled exactly like mine, wild and completely untamable, but his eyes—those striking, storm-grey eyes—were entirely Wane's. They held the same quiet, dangerous fire, that fearless spark that could make even rival Alphas lower their gaze in submission.

He was turning one year old today. My little miracle. My personal first sunrise after ...