NATALIA
Not long after I had settled into Damon’s pack, I found out that I’d been blessed with not just one baby, but two.
Max was born first—loud, furious, all fists and red-faced rage. Jane followed fifteen minutes later, quiet and blinking, one tiny hand curled in a fist like she already knew the world would never be fair.
I held them both to my chest, tears sliding down the curve of my face as Damon leaned against the doorframe with a towel slung over one shoulder, trying to look casual. But even he couldn’t hide the softness in his eyes.
“You did it,” he whispered. “They’re beautiful.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I already knew. They were perfect. My children. Mine.
And no one—not Andrei, not Lilith, not the whole bloodthirsty world—was ever going to take them from me.
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