Chapter 132

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Morna’s living room, casting a soft glow on Drakon's face. He stirred slightly, feeling an odd warmth and comfort he hadn't experienced in a long time. As he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of Morna sitting on a stool next to the sofa, her gaze fixed intently on him. For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming.

"Morna?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

Her smile was soft, reassuring. "Good morning, Drakon."

His mind slowly processed the events of the previous day—the confrontation with the Wilsons, the revelation about the baby, and finally...