Jaxon POV
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, a pale silver glow that softened the edges of our bedroom, bathing Lyra in a gentle radiance as she slept. I lay still, propped on one elbow, my eyes tracing her face—the curve of her cheek, the dark sweep of her lashes, the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the gray linens.
Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, a silken cascade, and the crescent scar at the base of her neck—my mark—glimmered faintly, a vow etched into her skin. My heart swelled, a fierce, aching love that stole my breath, the kind that made the world narrow to her alone. She was my wife, my Luna, my everything, and the thought of losing her to Darius’s claim twisted like a blade in my gut.
Last night’s confession, her admission of her she-wolf’s p
