Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King

Chapter 192: New Erelith

Rhaegar smiled faintly and pressed a soft kiss to Lorelai's forehead as her eyes fluttered closed.

"I didn't know you'd already been thinking about that."

Of course, she had. Whenever she found herself alone, her thoughts always wandered to their baby's name. But she'd chosen to keep the question to herself. She knew Rhaegar would have answered if she'd asked, yet she had waited. The reason was simple: she hadn't wanted to ask until after everything was settled.

She wasn't particularly superstitious, but with everything they had endured––everything she had endured––she hadn't felt ready to embrace this new reality.

Today, though, felt like the right time to finally say it out loud. As she lay cradled in her husband's arms, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the comforting woodsy scent of him, Lorelai decided it was time to move forward.

If she could accept that the horrifying chapter of her life was truly behind her, building a new, happy, and safe reality would become far easier.

Her hand rested gently on her belly, and through the warmth of her palm, she could feel the life growing inside her.

Rhaegar's hand slid over hers, his touch strong yet tender, and he leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of her head.

"I'm not sure," he murmured, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. "I'm not that good with names."

Lorelai chuckled softly. "Would you like me to offer a suggestion?"

"Of course," Rhaegar replied. "I'm all ears."

"Aron," Lorelai whispered, her voice soft yet certain, the name immediately capturing Rhaegar's attention.@@novelbin@@

"Aron?" he repeated, his brows lifting in curiosity. "Do you know what it means?"

Lorelai nodded, her smile deepening. "In the old nomadic language, 'Aron' means 'the one born of fate.' I learned it from Naveen. Don't you think it's beautifully symbolic?"