Skye's POV
I woke up with the weight of his arm draped across my waist and his warmth wrapped around my back like a blanket. Damian's scent clung to the silk sheets and to my skin like moonlight—earthy and wild and so deeply comforting. My mate. The man who had once torn me apart was now the one who held me together.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself soak in this fleeting peace.
We had spent the night tangled in each other, rediscovering the pieces we once lost, healing wounds that still ached in the dark. His whispers of love, his hands trailing over my body with reverence, the soft sighs we shared under the quiet sky—it was the kind of night that reminded me why I had fallen in love with him in the first place. And why, despite everything, I had chosen him again.
But that
