A New Light
Isla stirred from sleep, the warm sunlight spilling across the Alpha’s quarters, illuminating the room with a golden glow. She blinked slowly, her body feeling heavier than usual, a faint nausea twisting in her stomach. She pressed a hand to her abdomen, her silver hair tangled over her shoulders.
“Draven,” she murmured, her voice soft but urgent.
Draven was at her side in an instant, his shirt unbuttoned from the night before, his amber eyes sharp with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand already reaching for hers.
“I don’t know,” Isla admitted, shaking her head as she struggled to sit up. “I’ve felt strange lately—off.”
His jaw tightened, his instincts immediately on high alert. “We’re going to see Micah,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
In the healer’s quarters, Micah worked with her usual brisk efficiency, her hands gentle but precise as she examined Isla. The faint scent of herbs filled the air, mingling with the crackle of a low-burning fire. Micah’s sharp eyes softened as she finished, leaning back with a rare smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“Isla,” she began, her tone uncharacteristically warm, “you’re not unwell. You’re pregnant. And—” Micah paused for dramatic effect, “it’s twins.”
For a moment, Isla could only stare, her silver eyes wide with disbelief. Slowly, her hands drifted to her stomach, cradling the life growing within her. “Twins?” she whispered, her voice trembling. A tear slipped down her cheek as the weight of the revelation settled over her.
Behind her, Draven froze, his broad frame still as the words sank in. The stoic Alpha, known for his unwavering composure, was momentarily stunned. Then, a slow, radiant smile broke across his face, softening his features.
“Twins,” he echoed, his voice a reverent whisper. Moving closer, he knelt before her, his hands covering hers on her stomach. His touch was gentle, almost worshipful. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice thick with awe. “You’ve given me everything.”
Isla laughed through her tears, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. “We did this together,” she whispered.
Draven’s arms enveloped her, holding her tightly as if anchoring them both in the moment. His voice was a soft growl as he murmured, “You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Isla.”
The world outside faded away as they held each other, the enormity of their new chapter sinking in. For the first time in weeks, hope blossomed, overpowering the shadows of war.
