Exhaustion pulled at every part of my body as the palace staff helped us settle into the King's chamber. Despite the fatigue, I couldn't stop smiling as I watched Kaelen carefully carry our newborn son through the doorway as if he were handling the most precious artifact in the world.
"Home sweet home," I whispered, though this wasn't truly our home. The palace was a temporary refuge, but at this moment, with my mate and child beside me, it felt perfect.
My emotions swirled in a chaotic mess. Joy, fear, disbelief, gratitude—all tangling together into something so overwhelming I could barely speak. After years of thinking motherhood was stolen from me forever, after the heartbreak and betrayal from Mark, after learning I was a dormant wolf and demi-goddess—here I was, cradling my miracle in my arms.
"You should sit," Kaelen said, his voice gentle but firm as he guided me to a plush armchair. "You've been through enough today."
