The morning sun slipped through the pines, casting beautiful golden streaks across the bedroom floor. I sat at the edge of our bed, watching Marcus sleep. His dark hair was a mess against the pillow, one arm flung over his eyes. That scar on his jaw… jagged from a rogue’s claw three years back caught the light, making my heart do that stupid little flip it always did.
At twenty-five, Marcus was everything I thought an Alpha should be.. strong, commanding, protective. But when it was just the two of us like this, he was something softer. Something of mine.
My fingers reached out before I could stop them, brushing the scar gently.
“Hey,” he mumbled from sleep, “you’re staring again, there was a caught”
I smiled, leaning down to kiss his bare shoulder. “Not staring. Just… checking you’re
