By the time we finally left the warmth of Varion’s bedroom, the sun had climbed high enough to flood the mansion with golden light. My legs still felt like water beneath me, and my cheeks burned with every step, but Varion’s hand at the small of my back kept me steady.
He looked… different. Relaxed in a way I hadn’t yet seen, his smile softer, his blue eyes brighter. If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought he was someone else entirely—someone who wasn’t the Alpha of a powerful pack, but just a man walking beside the woman he couldn’t stop touching.
The breakfast room was still open, a few servants moving in and out with trays, but only one person sat at the long table: Jax. He was slouched in his chair, boots crossed on the rung, a mug in hand. The moment we stepped inside, his gaze
