I wake to the familiar warmth of Lior’s arms around me, the soft scent of him clinging to the sheets.
The morning light filtering through his window in the pack house is gentle, painting the room in pale gold.
He’s still asleep, his breathing even and quiet against my hair. It should feel perfect, this closeness, this intimacy. And in a way, it does. He’s here, he’s real, he’s chosen me.
But a knot of unease tightens in my chest, a familiar unwelcome guest. Guilt. It’s been my constant companion since… since I slammed the door in Nox’s face.
The memory of his expression haunts me – that raw, almost desperate look in his hazel eyes.
He’d looked… broken.
"i***t," Kira mutters in the back of my mind, her tone sharper than usual. "You didn’t even let him speak. Maybe his words were j
