Lyra POV
The morning after our wedding dawned soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the bedroom curtains, casting warm patterns across the furs where Jaxon and I lay tangled together. My body hummed with the memory of last night—his touch, his whispers, the way we’d loved each other until the stars faded.
I woke with my head on his chest, his arm draped over me, his steady heartbeat a lullaby that made me want to stay here forever. I was his wife now, he my husband, and the thought filled me with a happiness so profound it felt like a living thing, pulsing through every inch of me.
I’d never been happier, never felt so whole, not even in the dreams I’d once had of a life with Darius. Jaxon was my home, my choice, and as his Luna, I was woven into the heart of this pack, a role I
