Coral’s POV
Four Months Later—After the Western Royal Pack Ball
The warm steam filled the bathroom as the sound of rushing water echoed against the tiled walls. My back pressed against Jason’s chest, his strong arms wrapped around me as water cascaded over us. His lips traced soft, lingering kisses along my shoulder, sending shivers through me despite the heat.
I let out a sigh, leaning further into him. “Jason, I really have to go.”
He chuckled against my skin, his hands sliding down my waist. “You always say that. But you never leave.”
And he was right. Every morning was the same—I tried to leave, and he found a way to keep me right where he wanted me.
We had fallen into a routine, one that felt as natural as breathing. We woke up together, showered together, ate together. We were
