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I didn’t hold back a single tear, which dripped onto Ryan’s face.
He smiled faintly, his face softening.
“That’s… good. Maybe… maybe in another life…”
Before he could finish, his eyes closed, and his body went limp.
A sharp gasp escaped me as I pressed my fingers to his neck, searching desperately for a pulse.
It’s faint,” I whispered to Lirian, my hands trembling. “But he’s still alive.”
Lirian placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
“He’ll make it,” he said firmly, though his tone held a note of uncertainty.
The sound of approaching sirens broke through the quiet.
Help had arrived, and the medics quickly took over, stabilizing Ryan and loading him into the ambulance.
As they drove away, I stood there in the cold night, Lirian’s arm wrapped protectively around me.
“Are
you okay?” he asked gently, his eyes filled with concern.
I nodded slowly, though my mind was far from settled.
“I don’t know what to feel, Lirian. He’s done so much wrong, but tonight… he saved me.”
The twilight cast a soft golden glow across the horizon as Lirian gently pulled me to my feet.
His hands were steady, but his amber eyes betrayed a mix of emotions–sadness, a trace of jealousy, and an unspoken longing that tightened my chest.
His lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, choosing instead to gaze at me with a vulnerability he Carely showed.
I reached out, wrapping my arms around him.
Tirian,” I whispered, my voice steady but tender, “you are that irreplaceable presence in my heart.”
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He tensed briefly, then exhaled a breath he seemed to have been holding forever.
For Lirian, this wasn’t just a moment of affection; it was a reconciliation, a quiet acknowledgment of the past and all we had endured.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. He rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.
“But I’ll spend every moment proving I can be the lover you deserve. The Alpha you deserve. I’ll show you through my actions, not just words.‘
”
I pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes, my smile breaking through the tears that threatened to fall.
“You won’t just be a good lover or Alpha, Lirian.” My voice softened, trembling with anticipation. “You’ll be a good father too.”
The weight of my words hung in the air, and his eyes widened, his expression freezing in place.
“A…father?” he repeated, his voice nearly inaudible, as if he feared the moment might shatter.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test, pressing it into his hand.
yes,” I confirmed, my heart pounding. “I’m pregnant.”
For a moment, time seemed to stop.
Lirian’s hands trembled as he stared at the test, his esjon a kaleidoscope of shock, joy, and
disbelief.
Then, a tremor ran through his entire body as the realization settled.
His eyes locked onto mine, shimmering with unshed tears.
“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice breaking.
I nodded, and before I could say another word, he swept me into his arms, holding me as if he’d never let go.
“Sophia,” he breathed, his voice choked with emotion,
“I swear on everything, I’ll protect you both. I’ll be the best father, the best mate. I’ll never let anything harm you.”
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laughed softly, my own tears now freely falling as I cupped his face and brought my lips to his.
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The kiss was tender, filled with all the promises we couldn’t yet put into words.
In that moment, everything felt right–the past, the present, and the life growing within me.
A sudden chime broke through the stillness, and I pulled away, chuckling as my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I answered, and Ethan’s warm voice came through the line.
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“Sophia, are you two coming or not? The feast is about to start, and I swear, if you make me wait any longer, I’ll start without you!”
I glanced at Lirian, who was grinning like a fool, his hand still resting protectively on my stomach.
“We’re on our way, Ethan,” I replied, shaking my head with a smile.
Hand in hand, Lirian and I began walking toward the distant lights of the celebration.
The evening air was cool, but the warmth between us was unshakable.
Just as we reached the edge of the path, Liria,
paused, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
“Sophia,” he asked, his voice suddenly serious, “if there was a next life, would you choose me? Or Ryan?”
I stopped, turning to face him fully.
The question caught me off guard, but my answer was immediate, without hesitation.
I looked up at him, my smile unwavering.
“Lirian, in life, no matter how many times I’m asked to choose, it will always be you.”
His eyes softened, and a slow, contented smile spread across his face.
With a nod, we resumed our walk toward the light and laughter of the feast, ready to face our future together.
