POV Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The morning light in the Diamond Moon Pack House always had a way of feeling softer, as if the mountains themselves were reluctant to wake us. I woke up with my beautiful mate still tangled in the sheets and my arms, her warmth a living anchor to my soul. For a moment, I just watched her breathe. I reached out, gently moving a stray strand of dark hair from her face, marveling at the peace that had finally settled over her features.
With a wide grin, I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, burying my face in the crook of her neck to inhale that intoxicating scent of watermelon and strawberry. They were my two favorite fruits, but on her, they were something divine—a fragrance that signaled home, safety, and a desire that never seemed to fade, no matter how many ti
