Third POV:
Laura rested in Maxwell’s arms, a rare sense of peace enveloping her—a feeling she hadn’t felt since the tragic loss of her parents.
Even in her marriage to Alex, she had never felt this...complete.
The steady rise and fall of Maxwell’s chest under her cheek was a soothing rhythm, almost luring her back into a dreamless sleep.
When she finally awoke, the first thing she saw was her mate’s face, relaxed in sleep, his features now softened but no less handsome. A pool of regret gripped her heart. How had she lost someone as precious as Maxwell, only to be pulled into Sonia’s web of deceit?
Sonia. The name alone was enough to pull her back to reality. The weight of betrayal settled heavily on her chest.
As much as she wanted to remain in Max's arms, she knew the moon goddes
