Lilly POV
The soft morning light crept through the heavy hotel drapes, bathing the king-sized bed in a warm, amber glow. I woke early, the lingering bliss of yesterday humming beneath my skin. Propping myself up on one elbow, I took my time simply admiring my new husband.
In sleep, Cillian looked completely different. Without the crushing weight of pack expectations, his father’s cruel barbs, and the relentless pressure of leadership carved into his brow, he looked years younger. The sharp angles of his jaw were relaxed, his dark eyelashes casting faint shadows over high cheekbones, his long hair fanning out like black ink across the white pillowcase.
Quietly slipping out from beneath the duvet, I padded on bare feet into the suite’s adjoining living area. It was Monday morning, and my
