Lyra POV
That morning, Jaxon woke up clingy as ever, wanting me. We were officially a couple now, and everyone in the village knew it, which meant we could share the same room, sleeping tangled together all night after talking late and exchanging thoughts.
The mansion’s master bedroom, with its wide bed and soft linens, was ours now, a haven where we could be us without pretense. Under the covers, Jaxon’s body pressed against mine, his warmth aligning perfectly with me, his hands roaming with a lazy, possessive affection that set my skin alight.
“Today’s gonna be a long one,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep, his fingers tracing circles on my hip. “My men and I need to sort out some issues about expanding the pack. More rogue werewolves are arriving, and the village needs s
