Marco's POV
I sat in the dimly lit room, holding my son in my arms. Lucian. He was so small, so fragile, yet I could already feel the strength in him. His tiny fingers curled around mine, his breathing soft and steady.
My gaze shifted to Matilda, who was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently. She looked exhausted but peaceful. My mate. My queen. The mother of my child.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then looked back at Lucian. My voice was low but full of promise.
"I will protect you. Both of you. No one will ever take you from me again."
The weight of everything we had been through settled heavily on my shoulders. The battles, the betrayals, the pain,it had all led to this moment. My family. My future.
A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Darius stepped in, his face filled with rare warmth. He glanced at Matilda, then at Lucian in my arms, before nodding.
"Congratulations, Alpha." His voice was rough with emotion. "You did good."
I exhaled, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "We did."
Darius clapped a hand on my shoulder. "You have a son. An heir. And a Luna who would fight the world for you. You're a lucky man."
I looked down at my sleeping mate, my heart swelling. "I know."
Darius gave me a knowing look before stepping back. "Rest, Alpha. You've earned it."
As he left, I shifted slightly, cradling my son closer. Lucian stirred but didn't wake, his tiny body warm against mine.
I leaned back, finally allowing myself to breathe.
This was it. My purpose. My reason for everything.
With my son in my arms and my mate beside me, I knew our story had only just begun
THE END.