When Killian returned to the pack house late at night, everyone had already gone to their rooms. He walked straight to his room, but as he opened the door, he stopped in the doorway. Isabella was sprawled across the entire bed, as if she owned it, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. A soft, unconscious smile appeared on his lips at the sight of her careless posture.
Without making a sound, he pulled his shirt over his head and removed his pants, keeping his boxer briefs on. Sliding under the covers, he gathered her in his arms and made space beside her. And then he gently wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. Contentment settled over him, his wolf relaxing with a deep sigh. Slowly, the weight of the day melted away, and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
His eyes
