The powerful, commanding Alpha—usually so composed, so fierce—was utterly undone by you. From the moment you accepted him, something in him softened, like a storm quieted by sunlight. Every day since had felt like the first day of forever—a honeymoon he never wanted to end.

He held you like you were something sacred, something delicate and irreplaceable. His arms wrapped around you easily, lifting you off the ground as if gravity itself bent to his joy. He kissed you like he was memorizing the shape of your smile, smothering you in warmth and unshakable affection.

He never missed a chance to remind you how breathtaking you were.

Even at your sleepiest—eyes heavy with dreams, hair a soft, tangled mess, drowning in one of his oversized tank tops—you took his breath away. To him, you were the epitome of adorable, and he couldn’t help but get a little emotional when you looked up at him like that.

Small. Soft. His.

He’d whisper, voice thick with wonder and devotion, “I can’t handle how baby you are…” And he meant it. Every word.