Damien's POV
I didn't answer with words. I pulled her into my arms, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Then I whispered against her hair, "I want you, Sofia. You. Our son. This baby. Our family."
Her arms wrapped around me slowly… then tightly. She buried her face in my neck and nodded, crying softly.
"I'll stay," she whispered. "I'll stay with you."
"I promise."
I held her tighter, closed my eyes, and breathed her in. She was home. My mate. My love. The mother of my children. And this time—I would never let her go.
I held her. Tighter. Closer. My wolf was pacing inside me, desperate to pull her even deeper into my arms, but I forced myself to stay gentle. She had been through enough. We both had.
After a moment, she pulled back slightly, her red eyes meeting mine.
"Damien…" she whispered, voice shaky.
I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Yes?"
She stared at me for a long second. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine.
