~ALARIC'S POV~
The morning light slanted through the Sanctum windows, painting everything gold. Tazira lay against my chest, her hair spilling across me like silk. My wolf purred inside, content in a way I hadn't known for years.
Two weeks had passed since she became my Luna. The ceremony had been swift, but the aftermath... this peace and closeness felt like eternity bottled in moments.
My hand rested gently on her stomach, the small swell where our pup grew. My wolf had never accepted her before, but now he howled in delight, circling her in my heart like she was the only one meant for me.
She tilted her face up, catching me staring. "You keep looking at me like I've hung the moon."
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Maybe you have."
Her cheeks flushed. She brushed my hand on her belly. "Do you think the baby can hear us already?"
I thought for a moment. "Maybe not yet, but he can feel."
"She," she corrected firmly, eyes sparkling. "I want a girl."
