POV Alpha Jackson Reynolds
I woke early this morning, the pale blue light of dawn just beginning to creep over the jagged peaks of the Northern range. Beside me, Amethyst was a soft, warm weight, her breathing deep and rhythmic. I stayed still for a long moment, simply watching the way her dark hair spilled across the white silk pillows. Usually, I’d pull her closer, but after the news from Dr. Sherman Wren and the grueling hours we had spent on the road clearing, I decided to let Ames sleep a little longer. Her body was doing the work of two lifetimes now, and every minute of rest was sacred.
I slid out of bed with practiced silence, my bare feet hitting the cool hardwood. After a quick shower that did little to dampen the adrenaline humming in my veins, I walked into the closet and pic
