Chapter 142 Echoes Of Warmth

• DRAKE
• Watching Briana sleep in my arms, her head resting peacefully on my chest, I feel a strange calm I haven’t known in years. My mark glows faintly on her neck, proof that she’s mine—and I’m hers. Is this what real peace feels like? A mate safe in my arms, carrying my pup, surrounded by a pack that respects me not because of my bloodline but because of what I’ve done for them. If I had stayed in Moonveil and gone through with marrying Laura Joss, I would never have had this.
• “Drake?” Briana murmurs, her sleepy voice breaking through the quiet. Her eyes blink open slowly, hazy from sleep.