Lyra POV
The morning light crept into the cave, a soft golden glow filtering through the ivy curtain, casting dappled patterns across the stone walls. I woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, Jaxon’s arms a steady anchor around me, his breath warm against my neck.
The furs beneath us were soft, the quilt tangled around our legs, and the faint murmur of the Whispering Spring outside was a soothing reminder of the night we’d shared—laughter in the lagoon, whispers under the stars, the quiet sanctuary of this hidden refuge. My body hummed with contentment, every touch of his skin against mine a reminder of the love we’d claimed, a love that felt stronger than any mate bond, any destiny.
I shifted, turning in his arms to face him, and found his gray eyes already open, watching me with a tenderne
