After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 189

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I felt my breath catch in my throat. Phoenix. A name of rebirth, of rising from the ashes. A name

that spoke of new beginnings, of hope.

Valerie’s gaze met mine, and I saw the unspoken story in her eyes. After losing her first mate, after the grief that had threatened to consume her, she was rising again. She was building a new life, a new family, from the ashes of her old one.

“That’s a beautiful name,” I said, my own eyes welling up with tears. “Phoenix. It’s perfect.”

Liam, oblivious to the deeper meaning, scrunched up his nose. “Phoenix? Like the bird?”

“The very same,” Valerie said, a tired but genuine smile gracing her lips. “A bird that’s reborn from

fire.”

He thought for a moment, then nodded decisively. Cool. Can I hold him now?”

I was about to intervene, to remind him of the ‘be gentle’ rule, but Valerie just chuckled. “Let’s go

sit on the couch first, big guy.”

We all migrated to the living room, the cheerful charter of the pack in the kitchen a warm

backdrop. Valerie settled onto the sofa, looking more relaxed than I’d seen her in months. Giovanni carefully passed the tiny bundle to her, and then, with a surprising gentleness, guided Liam’s small

hands into position.

“Support his head,” Giovanni murmured, his large hands hovering protectively. “That’s it. You’re a

natural.”

Liam sat rigid, his entire being focused on the small creature in his arms. Phoenix shifted, letting

out a tiny sigh, and Liam’s face broke into a grin of pure, unadulterated joy. “He’s wiggling,” he

whispered, as if sharing a great secret.

“He likes you,” Valerie said, her voice soft.

The scene was so simple, so profoundly domestic, that it almost hurt to look at. The warmth of it,

the rightness of it, settled deep in my bones. This was what we fought for. This peace, this family.

Later, after Valerie had been fed and fussed over, and Phoenix was sleeping peacefully in a bassinet in their room, Dominic found me on the back porch, leaning against the railing and looking

out at the woods.

He held two cups of hot tea, handing me one. His knuckles brushed against mine, a familiar,

grounding touch. “She looks happy,” he said, coming to stand beside me.

“She does,” I agreed, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “Happier than I’ve seen her in a long time.” I paused, watching the fireflies blink in the growing dusk. “Did you see the way she

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looked at him? At Giovanni? She’s built a new world for herself and I’m so damn proud of her.”

“She’s strong,” Dominic said, his voice a low rumble “Stronger than she knows.”

“Aren’t we all,” I murmured, thinking of everything we’d been through. The rogue, Adrian’s death, the

wedding plans that had been overshadowed by so much grief. It felt like a lifetime ago.

He slid an arm around my waist, pulling me against his side. “I was thinking,” he started, and there

was a note in his voice that made me tilt my head to look up at him. The setting sun cast long

shadows across his face, but I could see the glint in his eye, the familiar look of a new idea taking

hold. “With things finally settling down, and Phoenix here… it feels like a new chapter for the pack.

For all of us.”

“It does,” I agreed, a smile playing on my lips.

“So,” he continued, “what do you say we stop putting our own life on hold? Let’s set a date. A real

one. Not ‘sometime in the summer, but an actual day on the calendar. I want to marry you, Hailey.

Soon.”

My heart gave a little lurch. We had talked about it, of course. Plans had been made, deposits put

down for venues we’d never used. But the timing had never felt right, the constant tragedies too

long to outrun. But now? The air felt clear. The future felt possible.

“Okay,” I said, the word feeling both huge and simple. “Let’s set a date.”

His grin was immediate, brilliant. “Next month? The twenty eighth. It’s a Saturday.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’ve been thinking about this.”

“Every day,” he admitted, no trace of humor in his tone now. “I want to wake up next to you as my

wife. I want to watch Liam grow up knowing that this… us… is forever. I want our future kids to be

born into a pack that knows peace. The news will be public by tomorrow. It’s going to be the

biggest wedding in the supernatural world, baby.”

I leaned up and kissed him, a soft, lingering press of my lips against his. “Okay,” I whispered against his mouth. “Next month. The twenty eighth. I’ll start calling the planner tomorrow.”

A wave of exhilaration washed over me, so potent i was dizzying. We were doing it. We were finally moving forward. He smiled down at me, his love a palpable thing, a force of nature that had held us together through the darkest of storms.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick.

“I love you too,” I replied, my own vision blurring with happy tears.

We stood there for a long while, just holding each other as the sky darkened from purple to a deep, velvety black, dotted with stars. The sounds of the party inside were a distant, happy hum. Life was good. It was finally, blessedly, good.

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