The next morning, I woke up feeling an unfamiliar sense of restfulness. Compared to previous nights, this sleep seemed deeper, freer, unburdened by my usual hypervigilance. Normally, I kept my defenses raised, always alert for the dangers lurking around me, but last night had been different. The simple knowledge that Dwight was nearby, just in the next room, had allowed me to let go, even for a moment, and finally feel at ease.
I pressed a hand to my chest, taking a slow breath and letting the warmth of that security wash over me. For once, I didn’t feel anxious or fearful—only happy to be here with him.
“I really can’t deny the mate bond between us anymore,” I whispered to myself, exhaling softly. The undeniable pull between us—the invisible, insistent force connecting our hearts—was to
