It’s early morning when I wake. The sun is already shining into the room, filling it with a warm glow. I can hear the birds singing and feel my wolf wag her tail as she sleeps.
It takes me a moment to realize there’s a massive arm wrapped around my waist and a soft breath slowly brushing the back of my neck.
I turn my head to look behind me, and there he is.
Nate, sleeping soundly, cuddled up to me.
His face is smooth and clear, his eyelashes are long, and his bare chest is smooth. He looks almost like a sculpture with his chiseled muscles. His breathing is slow and rhythmic.
I just can’t look away.
My wolf claims him as my mate.
And that scares me.
This amazing, caring man could have a mate bond with me. But if he were to learn that, he would realize I’m nothing more than a half-b
