Chloe’s pov
The golden morning sun poured through the high timber balcony of our private bed chamber, painting the soft white linen sheets in warm, amber light.
I woke up slow, my skin warm and resting comfortably against the broad, muscular wall of Nash’s chest. The air smelled of woodsmoke, lavender, and the rich, wild pine scent of my true mate.
Nash was already awake.
He lay on his side, his large arm wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me flush against his side while his thumb gently brushed back and forth over my bare hip. His dark eyes were clear, bright, and flashing with a soft, golden light as he looked down into my face.
The moment my eyes opened, a warm, genuine smile broke across his jaw.
"Good morning, my Luna," Nash rumbled, his deep voice thick with sleep and an
