Bella blushed at the title, her heart skipping a beat. “Morning, Mr. Storm,” she whispered, her voice laced with a shy joy.
He pulled her closer, his hand moving to the small of her back. “I still can’t believe they tricked us into this,” he said with a chuckle, referring to his parents and Alpha Giovanni’s elaborate ploy.
Bella laughed softly, resting her head on his chest. “I think it’s growing on me. A week with no responsibilities, no training, no treaties, no worries—just us.”
“Just us,” he repeated, the words a promise as he leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss was slow, unhurried, and filled with the tenderness of new beginnings. It deepened, a spark igniting between them that neither could resist. Asher’s hand slipped into her hair, tangling in the soft strands, while Bella clung to
