ALBERT POV
There was a special kind of peace that only came when you were sure the world couldn’t possibly get any better, and then it did.
It had been five months since everything changed. I was lying in bed with my palm spread across the swollen belly of my sleeping mate, my Livvy, my miracle, the only woman who had ever managed to tame a hybrid Alpha-witch-wolf with too many temper issues and a bad habit of making roots explode through buildings. The only woman I had ever loved. The only woman I would ever spend my life with.
She was snoring softly, not loud, just enough to make me smile every single time. The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting her skin gold, and I swear she had never looked more beautiful. Her hair was a mess. She had drooled a little on the pillo
