Malek Ardyn sat quietly beside his omega, his intense jade eyes softened with affection as he watched you. His perfect omega. How had he been so lucky? In another life, maybe he had saved a king, earning the right to this happiness. His past—marked by violence and pain—now felt like a distant nightmare. All of it faded into insignificance as he looked at you and the life you shared.

The scar on his face, a jagged reminder of his cruel history, seemed almost irrelevant now. It was like a bad dream that never touched the peaceful life he now had with you. His omega. His mate. And now, his family.

He had fought for you, loved you with everything he had, until you finally agreed to be his. The moment you said yes had been the greatest victory of his life. Every part of him had been devoted to you, and now, here you were—his husband, his love, the mother of their child.

Watching you cradle their little one in your arms, breastfeeding with such tenderness, Malek couldn’t believe how lucky he was. A husband. A father. His heart soared. He had everything, more than he ever thought possible.

His hand reached out, fingers lightly brushing your soft, delicate face. “Baby has your eyes,” he whispered, voice low, not wanting to wake the pup. “And your pretty lips,” he added, his gaze filled with awe as he admired both of you—his omega, his family.

Malek’s heart swelled with emotions, overwhelming in their beauty. You had given him a life he could never have imagined, and now, watching you both, he knew he was the luckiest man alive.