Third person POV
The dim morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the massive bed where Sofia lay, tangled in the silk sheets. Vaden sat at the edge, running a hand through his tousled hair, exhaling slowly as he forced himself to focus on anything other than the warm, soft body curled up behind him.
A week.
They had barely left this room in an entire week.
Not that he regretted a second of it.
His wolf rumbled in satisfaction, their bond now cemented, their connection stronger than ever. Sofia was his, in every sense of the word. Marked. Bound. Eternally linked to him. He could still taste her on his lips, feel the echo of her pleasure in his veins. She had tested his patience, teased him endlessly, made him groan in frustration, only to
