Ares & Alina’s POV

Ares

The sound of rain was still falling softly against the windows when I opened my eyes.

The world outside looked washed clean — fresh, quiet, alive.

Alina was still asleep beside me, one hand draped over her stomach, her lips curved in a faint smile even in her dreams. The sight made my chest ache in the best possible way.

For so long, I’d lived like a man waiting for war. Now, for the first time, I was just a man waiting for a miracle.

I brushed a lock of hair ...