The annoying buzz of my phone dragged me from sleep at an ungodly hour. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow that smelled like Christian— His side of the bed was already cold.
Of course it was. The man had a thing about patrolling the borders before the sun even thought about rising.
I reached out through our bond, finding that warm thread of connection that linked us together. He was alert, focused, probably running alongside Marcus and annoying the hell out of the border guards with his perfectionist Alpha tendencies.
Love flooded back through the bond, mixed with amusement. He could feel me being grumpy about his early morning habits.
I smiled into the pillow before forcing myself out of bed. The suite felt different now—less like Christian's space and more li
