Eleanora’s POV

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting golden light on the peaceful room where Gannon and I lay side by side. My hand rested gently on my belly, feeling the soft flutter of the life growing within me.

Gannon stirred beside me, eyes opening to meet mine. He smiled, his expression soft and full of love.

“Morning, my moon,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

I laughed quietly. “Morning, my Alpha.”

He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “How did you sleep?”

“Better knowing you’re here,” I replied. “And knowing our daughter is safe inside me.”

His gaze darkened with fierce...