Chapter 30
- “Good morning, Beautiful.” A hoarse voice croaked from beside me, his owner's arm resting heavily on my body, and I sighed in bliss.
- I think I may have died and gone to werewolf paradise because I could have sworn that was my mate’s voice I was hearing.
- “I don’t think it is morning yet.” I smiled as I felt the rays of sunlight on my feet, and I stretched my arms as my mouth opened in a yawn.