Yaroslava's POV
The first rays of dawn had just touched the horizon outside the window when I woke up. We'd fallen asleep in the middle of the scattered cushions in the living room, covered by a checked blanket. Jan held me tightly in his arms and let me wrap my arms around him and throw my leg over him.
I grinned involuntarily. I'd never woken up like this before. Rinat always slept on the opposite side of the bed, afraid to crush me with his weight while I slept.
The slow breathing of the sleeping werewolf, the warmth of his body, the calmness in his stern features — the Alpha of the B
