Ares & Alina’s POV

Alina

The world had slowed down.

Days were filled with the soft rhythm of baby kicks, doctor visits, and the endless sound of Ares’ voice telling me not to lift anything heavier than a spoon.

It had been seven months since the night I told him I was pregnant — seven months of laughter, gentle touches, and the quiet hum of hope.

The mansion had transformed.

One of the upper rooms had become the nursery — all warm colors, stuffed animals, and tiny blankets I ...