Hope's POV.
"Good morning gorgeous."
Malakar's low, rough voice pulls me out of my dreams. He's propped up on one elbow, staring down at me with a slight smile curling one side of his mouth upward. His eyes bright as he traces lazy circles on my naked belly.
Outside, the sky is dismal as the usual cover of clouds and thick mist returned. Soft drops of rain beat down gently on the roof of the pack house - the soft thrum of the steady rhythm soothes something deep down in my soul.
I blink up at Malakar as a slow smile of my own spreads across my face - oh, to wake up to such a spectacular sight every morning. How absolutely blessed I am.
"Morning handsome." I answer, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down toward me.
The familiarity of his mouth on mine comforts me. The w
