As my eyes opened to the sunlight, the first thing I feel is the warmth behind me.
I smiled, turning around to meet his sleeping face. My eyes first catches the completely healed mark on his shoulder. My mark. It was just a simple mark of a wolf's paws but it looked so beautiful that I couldn't help but touch it.
"My King." I whispered quietly but he doesn't wake up.
I get closer to his face, having a feeling he is only pretending to be asleep.
I kissed the top of his nose and whispered again. "My King."
This time, I see his lips raise slightly. He was trying so hard to fight back his smile.
I think he likes it when I call him that.
"My King." I call again and he finally opens his eyes, staring straight at me.
"Yes my queen." His voice is huskier than I have ever heard it and so da
