Amelia
I stood there, momentarily lost in thoughts. As my gaze wandered.
Then I saw him.
Xavier was sprawled across the balcony couch, one arm thrown carelessly above his head. My breath caught in my throat at the sight. In sleep, his usually harsh features had softened, transforming him from the terrifying Alpha who made my knees weak with fear into something almost… vulnerable.
I couldn't help but wonder why he chose to sleep there, of all places. Should I wake him, or let him continue to rest? The question hung in the air as I carefully placed the coffee tray on the table. Every step I took towards the balcony was measured and cautious, my heart thundering so loudly I feared it might wake him. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, drawn to his presence in a way I couldn't explain
