Chapter 48: Morning Light
(Aurora's POV)
Golden sunlight poured faintly through the curtains of my window. For a moment, I blinked, disoriented by the soft light that seeped into the room. The space around me didn't feel like my own—not the lights, not the scents, nor even the subtle but steady hum of pack power in the air.
Then last night came back to me. The hunting lodge. The thoughtful gestures. Marcus wrapping me in a protective warmth that my fragile heart hadn’t known it still sought.
I sat up slowly, brushing the silver-blue quilt off me. Every detail in the room reflected Marcus's attention to my preferences. The moonflowers in silver vases caught the morning’s glow, and the framed engagement photo on the dresser sat prominently, almost daring me to truly look at it again.
