Taryn
The morning light filtered through the kitchen windows, warm and golden. The scent of coffee and scrambled eggs filled the space, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt… still.
Wrapped in Caz’s oversized T-shirt, I sat at the table nursing a steaming mug. He was across from me, shirtless, hair still damp from the shower, devouring a second helping of eggs like a man who’d burned a week’s worth of calories last night.
Which, to be fair, he probably had.
I grinned over the rim of my mug. “Hungry, Alpha?”
He looked up, eyes gleaming with lazy satisfaction. “Starving. You wore me out, baby.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the blush that crept up my neck. “You started it.”
He leaned back in his chair, letting the silence stretch between us, comfortable and
