Grace
I gently untangled myself from Dylan, trying to slip out of bed, but his muscular arms pulled me back. He kissed my forehead softly, and I already knew what it meant before he spoke.
“When are you leaving?” I asked, even though I didn’t want to hear the answer.
“In an hour,” he sighed, the weight of it in his voice. “I’m sorry, darling. Ethan sent me on another mission.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “I need to give Ethan a piece of my mind for always sending my husband away.”
“Grace,” Dylan said, his tone gentle but firm, “he’s the Alpha. And our future Luna is in danger. We have to help, and you know it.”
“I know,” I said, my voice quieter now. “I just… I miss you so much when you’re gone.”
Dylan pulled me closer, his arms enveloping me in a warmth I didn’t want to lose. He
