KEEGAN POV
Midnight was purring in my chest. Not metaphorically—my wolf was literally purring. A deep, rumbling, low sound that vibrated through my bones and echoed in my blood like a sacred hum. I hadn’t known he could even do that. But then again, I’d never been truly mated before. Claimed. Marked.
Owned.
Owned by her.
Kat.
She was curled against my chest, sound asleep, her breathing soft and even. Midnight’s purr was lulling her deeper into rest, and for once, my protective instincts were silent. She was safe. She was ours. There was nothing in this world that could take her from me—not now. Not after what we’d all done last night.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the last haze of sleep. My body felt heavy, but not in a bad way. It was the weight of satisfaction, of home. My
