Aliyah’s POV

Months had slipped by like gentle waves after our intimate wedding under the moonlight. Life had settled into a rhythm of healing and quiet joy. Elara’s arm had fully healed after intensive physical therapy, though she still carried a small scar as a reminder of the nightmare with Tatiana. Luna’s Haven flourished under my careful management from home during the early months of bed rest, and the bar had become a beloved gathering place in the city. Asher had been my rock.

He ...