Amara carefully shifted in Darius’s embrace, trying not to wake him as she moved to sit up. But as she did, a dull, aching soreness flared between her thighs, and she winced slightly. She hadn’t expected to feel this tender, but she supposed it made sense after the intensity of their night together. She glanced down at Darius, who remained blissfully asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. A small smile tugged at her lips; he looked so different like this—less like the commanding Alpha and more like the man she had fallen in love with.
She carefully slipped out from under his arm, trying to ignore the soreness as she stood up and stretched. The soft grass beneath her feet was cool and damp with morning dew, and she shivered slightly in the crisp morning air. She gathered up the blankets an
