Ashton:
I stirred awake to the soft sound of Adrianna’s breathing, her head resting on my chest, her chestnut hair spilling across us like silk. The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked down at her peaceful face. Her delicate features were relaxed, her lips slightly parted.
My mate. My wife. My world.
I ran my fingers gently through her hair, not wanting to wake her but knowing we had things to do. The ball was only a few days away, and Adrianna didn’t have a dress yet. And, if I was honest with myself, I wanted to see her in something breathtaking—something that would make every wolf in the pack know exactly how lucky I was to have her by my side.
She stirred, her lashes fluttering as she blinke
