My Fated Alpha's Cruel Game (Elena and Marcus) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Obsidian Confessions

Elena’s POV

The sight of Damien choosing to remain at the house all day caught me completely off guard. I had anticipated he would be eager to return to his pack duties, but instead, his attention stayed fixed on Caleb and me. This unexpected behavior left me wondering if all Alphas acted this way when they welcomed a new baby into their lives. I honestly had no idea what was typical.

Our evening meal took place with Caleb sleeping peacefully in his bassinet positioned right beside our table. Afterward, Damien took charge of the baby, allowing me the luxury of a hot shower and time to prepare for bed. The gesture felt surprisingly natural, as if we had been sharing these domestic moments for years rather than days.

When feeding time arrived, Damien graciously stepped away to give me privacy, though not before placing another gentle kiss on my forehead. The sweet gesture made my heart flutter. Truth be told, his presence during feeding sessions wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest. The baby’s head would block any view anyway, but I appreciated his thoughtfulness and respect for my comfort.

Once Caleb drifted off to sleep, I carefully placed him in the bassinet next to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress. Exhaustion claimed me almost immediately, pulling me into deep sleep.

The sound of Caleb’s cries jolted me awake three hours later. I stumbled out of bed and began changing his diaper, my movements still clumsy from sleep.

"Everything okay in there?" Damien’s voice came from my doorway, concern evident in his tone.

"Just the usual diaper change and feeding routine," I replied, not looking up from my task.

"Makes sense. Wolf cubs have big appetites," he said, stepping into the room to peer down at Caleb.

I watched Damien’s expression as he gazed at the baby, and something powerful stirred in my chest. Pride radiated from his features as he looked at Caleb with the unmistakable adoration of a father. The intensity of his affection for a child who wasn’t biologically his left me speechless. This wasn’t what I had expected from him at all.

"I’ll give you some space," Damien said, beginning to retreat toward the door.

"Damien, wait," I called out softly.

He paused, turning back to face me. "Yeah?"

"You don’t have to leave if you’d rather stay," I offered, surprised by my own boldness.

"Really?" His eyebrows lifted in question.

"I mean it. You can stay here if you want to," I confirmed.

"You’re absolutely certain?" he pressed, searching my face.

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