Third Person POV
The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. The world outside was quiet, as if the universe itself had paused to grant them this moment of peace.
Vaden stirred first, his instincts sharpening even before his mind fully woke. The warmth beside him, the soft scent of wildflowers and honey, the rhythmic rise and fall of Sofia’s breath—it was all intoxicating. He turned his head slightly, his golden eyes landing on the woman curled up against him, her dark hair splayed across the pillow like ink on parchment.
His mate.
The thought sent a deep satisfaction through him, primal and possessive.
Careful not to wake her, he traced the curve of her bare shoulder with his fingertips, barely grazing her skin. Sofia shiver
