Aria’s POV

The room was filled with soft noises—tiny breaths, the occasional hiccup, the rustle of blankets. My babies. My twins. My world. I had them both now, my boy and my girl, safe where they belonged.

I sat on the edge of the bed, swaying gently with my daughter in my arms while my son slept in the cradle beside us. For the first time since the nightmare began, my heart wasn’t tearing itself apart. It was whole.

Kael leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching me with that look that always undid me—like I was both his weakness and his strength. The Alpha who had burned down walls...