Alexander's POV
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains as I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Summer. She looked so peaceful curled up in our sheets, her hair spilled across my pillow.
My mate. My Luna.
Just the sight of her made heat stir low in my body. I was already hard again, aching to touch her, to lose myself in her warmth all over again.
But there were things I needed to take care of—business that couldn't wait.
And if I stayed a moment longer, I knew I'd end up crawling back into bed and spend the entire morning making her cry out my name.
Still, I couldn't leave without one last taste.
Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, breathing in her scent—honey and wildflowers, now laced with the unmistakable hint of me. Ours
