Alessia:
I woke to warmth.
Not the kind that came from blankets or sunlight, the kind that came from breathing. Soft, steady breathing against my arm.
I blinked slowly and looked down.
Hope.
She was lying on her side between Alexander and me, wide awake, dark eyes studying my face as if she had been waiting for me to open mine. She giggled when she saw my eyes and tried to reach for my face, making my eyes soften.
Three months.
Three months old, and she had already learned how to stare like her father.
I smiled immediately.
“Well, good morning to you,” I whispered. “How did my little wolf find herself on mommy and daddy’s bed?”
She made a small, excited sound and reached for me, clumsy, determined fingers stretching toward my cheek.
I laughed quietly, leaning closer so she coul
