KIERAN’S POV
I used to think being an Alpha meant standing unshaken through battles, politics, impossible decisions, even death.
Then Sera got pregnant again, and I discovered that none of those things had ever truly tested my composure.
The real test came every morning when she cracked her back before getting out of bed, and I worried whether she’d slept comfortably enough.
It came every time she reached for something on a high shelf before I could get there, every afternoon she insisted she could carry a basket of laundry despite my two perfectly functional arms, and every evening when she disappeared into the garden without telling me, sending me into a mounting panic until I found her peacefully reading beneath the pergola while Daniel practiced his sparring.
She found my concern endlessly amusing.
“Kieran,” she sighed one afternoon after I rearranged the cushions behind her for perhaps the fifth time that day, “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”
“I know.”
