Chapter 91
Vanya
The morning light seeped through the thin curtains, painting soft gold over the floor, over his bare chest, over the discarded pieces of last night we left in our wake.
Kross lay still beside me, his breathing deep, calm, untroubled—for once.
I traced my gaze over him, every rise of his chest, every strand of hair falling into his eyes. His features were relaxed in sleep, so unlike the Kross the academy feared. So unlike the boy who carried the burden of being a Lycan heir, so unlike the Alpha who had carved his way through battles with steel and silence.
Right now, he was just… mine.
My fingers itched to run through his hair one more time, but I resisted. Any movement too strong and he’d wake. I had to be careful. Silent. Just a shadow slipping away.
I leaned in, b
