Elena’s POV
The silence from Julian and his family throughout the remainder of my pregnancy felt like a blessing. I had no desire to hear their voices or deal with their chaos. The whole prophecy situation still seed absolutely absurd to , sothing I preferred to push from my mind entirely.
Instead, I threw myself into my studies and preparing for the baby. Every prenatal appointnt beca a priority, ensuring my child would be healthy and strong. The dical reports consistently showed positive results, which gave trendous relief.
One afternoon, returning from classes, I discovered the most incredible surprise waiting for . The guys had worked magic in a single day, transforming my living space completely. They had knocked down the wall separating my bedroom from the adjacent room, creating a beautiful nursery that took my breath away.
Every detail had been perfectly planned and executed. A wooden crib sat positioned near the window, accompanied by a matching changing table stocked with everything imaginable. Baby clothes hung in miniature closets, bottles lined shelves, and toys waited patiently for tiny hands to discover them. The rocking chair positioned by the large window particularly touched my heart, offering the perfect spot to soothe my baby while gazing at the stunning view beyond the glass.
The thoughtfulness overwheld completely. Nobody had ever shown such kindness, such generosity without expecting anything in return. When I attempted to discuss repaynt with Damien and the others, they firmly dismissed my concerns, insisting this was simply their gift to .
Their timing proved impeccable. Just days after discovering the nursery, labor pains began striking with increasing intensity.
Damien’s presence throughout the entire ordeal surprised more than anything else. Nine grueling hours of contractions, breathing exercises, and monts where my patience completely abandoned , yet he never left my side. Even when I snapped at nurses or gripped his hand hard enough to leave marks, he remained steady and supportive.
When the doctors finally placed my son in my arms, wrapped snugly in soft hospital blankets, Damien was still there beside on the delivery bed.
"He’s absolutely beautiful, just like his mother," Damien whispered, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
"I can’t believe he’s really here," I breathed, studying every perfect feature of my baby’s face.
"Have you decided on his na?" he asked softly.
"Caleb," I replied without hesitation.
"Perfect choice," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
Any stranger entering this room would assu we were a complete family unit, unaware of the complicated reality. Damien and I weren’t actually together, and Caleb wasn’t biologically his child. Yet sothing told Damien would love this baby as if he were his own flesh and blood.
The hospital staff moved to a private room, a luxury arranged specifically because the Alpha had insisted upon it. Chloe arrived shortly after, her arms filled with beautifully wrapped gifts for the baby. She couldn’t contain her excitent about holding him, cooing softly while the nursing staff provided exceptional care that clearly exceeded their usual service level.
"There really are advantages to living with the Alpha," Chloe observed with amusent.
"He stayed through my entire labor and made sure I got this private room," I shared, still processing his dedication.
"When are you two finally going to admit your feelings?" she pressed with a knowing smile.
"What do you an?" I asked, though my heart began racing.
"He’s completely in love with you," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Can you keep a secret? At least for now?" I requested, lowering my voice.
"Absolutely," she agreed eagerly.
"Nothing physical has happened between us yet. Damien wasn’t certain if his feelings were genuine because my scent and hormones changed so dramatically during pregnancy. But he told I’m his second chance mate, which ans he must be mine too. I officially rejected Marcus."
"Do you have feelings for Damien?" she asked gently.
"I always have, even while mated to Marcus. From our very first eting, I knew sothing deeper existed between us. I just couldn’t acknowledge it then."
"So you’re going to beco our Luna," she said with obvious delight.
"Apparently so," I replied, still adjusting to the concept.
"This is incredible news," she exclaid.
"I never imagined such things happened to people like ," I admitted.
"Why not? You deserve happiness more than anyone else," she insisted firmly.
After Chloe’s departure, I managed so dinner before Caleb woke demanding attention. I changed his diaper, fed him carefully, then settled him back to sleep before exhaustion claid as well.
Darkness had fallen when I woke again. Panic struck imdiately when I noticed Caleb’s empty crib, but relief flooded through when I spotted a large silhouette by the window.
"Hey, are you okay?" Damien asked, turning toward with Caleb cradled securely in his strong arms.
"I’m fine, just frightened when I couldn’t see Caleb," I explained, my heart still racing.
"Sorry about that. He started fussing when I arrived, but you seed deeply asleep," he apologized.
"I can’t rember ever feeling this exhausted," I confessed.
"I can imagine. I definitely wouldn’t want to experience what you went through," he admitted.
"That’s probably why won have babies instead of n," I joked weakly.
"Most likely," he agreed with gentle humor.
I sat up properly, watching Damien approach with my sleeping son. His massive hands cradled Caleb so carefully, making my nine-pound baby appear incredibly tiny against Damien’s broad chest.
"You realize I don’t expect anything from you, right? You don’t have to help with him," I clarified.
"Too bad, because that’s exactly what I plan to do. Gage is already scheming to make sure Caleb’s first word is ’uncle Gage,’" Damien chuckled.
"Goddess help ," I groaned, making him laugh louder.
"You’re stuck with all of us, whether you like it or not."
Eventually, I convinced Damien to go ho and rest properly. After he left, I settled back to feed Caleb when suddenly cold air rushed past .
"You really need to stop doing that," I sighed.
"Normal speed won’t get past the patrols," Julian explained, appearing beside my bed.
"Because you’re not welco here," I replied firmly.
"I need to speak with you urgently," he insisted.
"What now?" I asked wearily.
"The army accelerated their tiline. They’ve identified multiple wolf packs and plan to attack within months," he said, placing printed docunts before .
"Where did you obtain these?" I demanded.
"Felix hacks computers," he answered simply.
"I already told you my priorities. This little guy right here," I said, gesturing to Caleb.
"You don’t understand. He won’t survive unless we stop the army."
The door burst open violently, startling Caleb into crying. Damien stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous.
"Get off my territory now."
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