Aoife's Perspective
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Connor's Beta quarters, casting a warm glow across the room that had become ours. My belongings from the original guest room were now scattered throughout his space—my clothes hanging beside his in the closet, my toiletries on his bathroom counter, my boots by the door next to his larger ones. The sight of our possessions intermingled still sent a thrill through me, a visible reminder of how completely my life had changed in just four days.
I stood before Connor's mirror, my fingers unconsciously tracing the mating mark at the curve of my neck. The skin was still tender, each touch sending ripples of memory through me—pleasure and possession intertwined in ways that made my breath catch. Four days since we had arrived a
