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I set him down just as the babysitter caught up to us, breathless and apologetic. “He’s quick,” she explained unnecessarily.

“Wolf blood,” I said with a wink at my son.

As they departed for the playroom we’d set up specifically for tonight, I returned to circulating among our guests.

The fundraiser had already exceeded our initial goal, with pledges continuing to roll in.

My contribution still dwarfed them all, but Sabrina had been right, collective effort carried power all its own.

I paused near the enormous donation board, where gold stars marked major contributors.

The names represented a who’s who of shifter society, including several Song pack members.

Once, their presence in my home would have been unthinkable.

Now, it felt like healing, not just for me, but for all the factions Victoria’s manipulations had divided.

“Quite the turnout,” Marshall observed, appearing at my elbow with a tumbler of whiskey. He’d cleaned up well for the occasion, though he still looked more at home in flannel and muck-covered boots than a tuxedo. “The Doc’s a miracle worker.”

I hummed in agreement, watching Sabrina charm a notoriously tight-fisted pack alpha into doubling his donation. “She makes people want to be better,” I said simply.

Marshall grinned. “She certainly worked that magic on you.”

I couldn’t argue. The reclusive, snarling wolf I’d been before Sabrina would hardly recognize the man I’d become. Father, mate, community leader. The chronic pain that had plagued me for years had faded to a mere memory under her care.

“Logan.” Sabrina’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She appeared at my side, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “We’re over double our target. The pediatric wing is fully funded.”

I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips in a gesture that still made her blush after all these years. “Of course it is. You’re unstoppable when you set your mind to something.”

Her smile, brilliant and genuine, warmed me from within. “Come dance with me,” she said, tugging me toward the area cleared for dancing. “You’ve been skulking in corners long enough.”

I allowed myself to be led, aware of the amused glances from those who knew my preference for solitude. “I wasn’t skulking,” I protested mildly. “I was strategically observing.”

She laughed, stepping into my arms as the music shifted to something slow and romantic. “Call it whatever you want, Mr.Song. I still expect at least one dance from my mate.”

As we moved together, her head resting against my chest just above my heart, I reflected on our journey.

From the suspicious, wounded wolf who’d grudgingly allowed a sunny doctor into his territory to the man who now held fundraisers and led community initiatives.

The transformation still sometimes stunned me.

“What are you thinking about?” Sabrina asked, lifting her face to mine. “You’ve got that brooding look.”

I smiled, tightening my arms around her. “Just how different everything is from when you first came to Angel Spring.”

Her eyes softened with understanding. “Different in all the best ways,” she murmured.

Over her shoulder, I could see our estate grounds through the wall of windows. Snow dusted the pines, glittering under moonlight just as it had that night years ago when we’d first dared to believe in forever.

“Do you remember the first time you called me grumpy?” I asked, spinning her gently.

She laughed, the sound still chasing shadows from the darkest corners of my mind. “Which time? It was my favorite term of endearment.”

“Was?”

“Is,” she corrected, rising on tiptoe to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “Always will be, my grumpy billionaire wolf.”

Later, after we went home and Sawyer was tucked into bed with dreams of running through forests, we stood in our bedroom. Sabrina stepped out of her heels with a sigh of relief, rolling her shoulders to ease the tension of hosting.

“Successful night,” I said, loosening my tie. “You were magnificent.”

She smiled, mischief lighting her eyes. “Does that mean you’re not going to lecture me about overdoing it?”

I snorted, remembering the argument we’d had earlier in the week about her taking on too much. “Would it make any difference if I did?”

“Not a bit,” she admitted cheerfully, reaching behind herself for the zipper of her gown. “But I do appreciate your concern.”

I moved to help her, fingers brushing against the warm silk of her skin. The familiar spark of desire ignited between us, as potent now as it had been from the first. Five years, one child, and countless challenges hadn’t diminished what we felt for each other. Our bond had only strengthened.

“You know,” she said conversationally as the gown slipped to the floor. “The pediatric wing will need a full-time specialist.”

I recognized her tone, casual but deliberate. It was how she approached topics she knew I might resist. “We’ll find the best,” I assured her, distracted by the lace of her undergarments against her smooth skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed, stepping closer to loosen the buttons of my shirt. “And we’ll need to expand the maternity ward too.”

My hands stilled on her waist. “The maternity ward? I thought we upgraded that last year.”

Her smile deepened, eyes sparkling with barely contained joy. “Yes, but I plan to be its most demanding patient in about seven months.”

For a moment, the words didn’t register. Then understanding flooded me with joy so intense it bordered on pain. “You’re. We’re. Again?”

She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes. “Another cub for our pack,” she confirmed. “I confirmed it yesterday.”

I lifted her, spinning her in a circle that made her laugh in surprise. “Put me down, you ridiculous wolf,” she protested, but her arms tightened around my neck.

When I set her on her feet, I dropped to my knees, pressing my face against her still-flat stomach. “Hello, little one,” I whispered, voice rough with emotion. “Your pack is waiting for you.”

Sabrina’s fingers threaded through my hair, her nails gently scratching at my scalp. “A family,” she said softly. “Something we both wanted but were afraid to hope for.”

Rising, I gathered her close, overwhelmed by this woman, this life, this future we were building together. “Not afraid anymore,” I said against her hair. “Not with you.”

Outside, snow began to fall, soft flakes drifting past our windows. Inside, warmth and love filled every corner of the home we’d built, the life we’d created from broken pieces and tentative hopes.

The grumpy billionaire wolf had found his forever in the arms of a sunshine doctor, and nothing could dim the light of our future.

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