The next morning, Rachel woke up alone.
The bed felt strangely empty without Kylian’s warmth beside her. She lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, her body still pleasantly sore from the night before. A small, involuntary smile touched her lips.
Last night had been… different.
It wasn’t just the passion or the multiple times he had taken her. It was the way he had held her afterward. The gentleness in his touches. The way he had fallen asleep with her wrapped in his arms. For a few precious hours, it hadn’t felt like punishment or revenge. It had felt almost real.
She couldn’t help but smile.
It was the best night she had experienced since coming to the Dark Moon Pack.
But the smile faded quickly as confusion settled in. Why had he stayed? Why had he been so tender? Wh
