Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 372

“Sadie?” Alec murmurs gently beside me, voice low and coaxing. “You ready?”

I turn, and he’s there, exactly where he’s always been. Tall, steady, eyes soft in a way I once thought I’d never be on the receiving end of. He’s holding our son in his arms, swaddled in a light silver blanket that shimmers when it catches the morning sun.

I inhale, heart full. “Yeah,” I breathe out. “I’m ready.”

Before I can move, tiny footsteps hurry up to us, and Aspen appears, curls bouncing, eyes bright with excitement, far too big for her little body.

“Can I hold him now?” she asks for the tenth time today, practically vibrating. “I’ll be careful, I promise!”

I laugh, sweeping a thumb across her cheek. “When we get to the pack, princess. Not while we’re jumping realms. You drop your iPad when you run too fast. I’m not giving you your brother during teleport.”

She pouts dramatically, draws out a long "mmmoooom," and then sighs with resignation. “Fine… but only because I don’t want to drop him.”

Alec chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to her head. “Deal.”

My chest swells watching them. My mate and my daughter, and now our son.

Our son, Leo, is only three months old. We discovered I was pregnant again barely two months after our showdown with Kaden. Turns out he was conceived on the night of the annual ball, the same night Alec marked me.

It was shocking, but it was also a beautiful surprise.

If you’d told me three years ago that I’d be this happy, that I’d be mated to Alec, building a life with him... I would’ve laughed in your face. Maybe even knocked you on your ass for good measure, but fate has a way of weaving things together in ways we never see coming, and for once, she worked entirely in my favor.

A year ago, we were drowning... Now though, there is laughter in our home. Light in every corner. Love so deep it feels like it has roots, just like I'd always imagined as a little kid.

Alec steps closer and presses a slow, gentle kiss to my lips.

“One more time,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I swear I’ll never get used to the way his lips feel against mine. It’s the purest kind of addiction, one I’m not ashamed of, and one I never intend to give up.

I cup his jaw, my forehead brushing his. “Time to go.”

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