The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. I lay there, wrapped in Alaric’s arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. The events of the previous night played through my mind, each moment vivid and seared into my memory.
For the first time in a long while, I felt at peace—like I had found a part of myself I didn’t even know was missing. But with that peace came a sense of uncertainty. What did this mean for us? For our future? For the pack?
Alaric stirred beside me, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” I whispered back, a small smile playing on my lips as I traced patterns on his chest.
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, neither of us wanting
