Page 60 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

She laughs, then winces, gripping my hand harder as the next wave hits. “Trouble sounds about right,” she pants, her eyes sparking despite it all.

Minutes pass, and we’re caught in this strange balance of silence and tension, anticipation building until it’s almost a living thing. I’m just focused on her, watching every expression flicker across her face, feeling every squeeze of her hand, and realizing with each passing second just how lucky I am.

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Isadora’s mom and sisters have already called a dozen times, each checking in and making sure she’s doing alright, but Isadora wanted privacy for this. Just us, she’d said. We’d be together soon enough, celebrating as a family, but for now, this moment was something she wanted to share with just me. And I get it—I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Somehow, this fierce, beautiful woman chose me. And now, we’re about to meet the tiny life we made together.

And then it happens. The quiet is shattered by a tiny, piercing cry, and the world tilts on its axis. They place a squirming bundle in Isadora’s arms, and she looks down, eyes wide, filled with awe and something else—something I recognize because I feel it, too.

“Meet your daughter, Alpha,” the nurse says softly.

Our daughter.

Isadora turns, her gaze locking with mine as tears fill her eyes. “She’s… she’s perfect, Alec.”

And she is. She’s a tiny, perfect reminder of everything we’ve fought for, everything we’re building. As I reach down,running a gentle finger along her cheek, she grips it with surprising strength. I glance up, meeting Isadora’s blue eyes, and in that moment, there’s a wordless understanding between us. This is our future. And for the first time, it feels real in a way that nothing else ever has.

We’re both quiet as we look at our daughter, a new kind of peace settling over us. It’s a feeling I didn’t know I was missing until this very second—a quiet, fierce love that wraps around me as surely as her tiny hand wraps around my finger.

I press a kiss to Isadora’s forehead. She closes her eyes, leaning into it. “Thank you,” I whisper, because it’s the only thing that feels right.

She smiles, soft and radiant, her fingers brushing over our daughter’s tiny hand. “Thank you, Alec. For all of this. For her. For us.”

We stay like that, holding our little girl close, and in the silence that follows, I realize just how full life has become. This is what we were fighting for, not just the end of the threat but the start of something better. This is the new chapter, the fresh beginning, and for the first time, there are no shadows on the horizon, no uncertainty looming ahead.

Just this. This family, and this love, and a whole lifetime of possibilities spread out before us.

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THE END