Jax’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the bedroom was already bathed in the soft, filtered light of early morning. The air was cool, but beneath the blankets the warmth between us was almost overwhelming. Freya was still sleeping exactly as she had settled in the middle of the night. Her head rested on my chest, one arm wrapped around my waist, and one leg was tangled tightly with mine. Her breathing was deep and steady.
The bond in my chest hummed peacefully.
For the first time in my life, I woke without my mind being consumed by the pack’s problems, looming threats, or constant vigilance. The only thing that mattered was this girl, whose blonde strands now tickled my neck.
Slowly, careful not to wake her, I gently stroked her back. She let out a soft sigh, and then her emerald eyes slowly
