(Juriel)
The soft glow of dawn filters through the nursery window, casting gentle light across the room filled with carefully arranged toys, plush animals, and the delicate crib where our son sleeps peacefully. I sat on the edge of the rocking chair, cradling him close, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against my chest. The scent of his hair, a mixture of innocence and newness, fills my senses, and I feel a swell of tenderness and gratitude.
It's hard to believe how far I’ve come. Just a few months ago, I had been kidn*pped, tortured, and close to death - save for Malik’s unwavering presence. My handsome mate. The man who, without hesitation, risked everything - his strength, his pride, his clan, even his life - to save me and from the darkness that had threatened to swallow me whole
