Damien's POV
Her scent filled the room, a heady mix of citrus and vanilla so uniquely her that it sparked a primal fire within me. Watching her sleep, curled against my huge frame, her face serene and unguarded was a privilege, a moment of vulnerability she only offered me.
Her soft, even breaths were a lullaby, a stark contrast to the storm that had raged inside me just hours before, the possessive fury I'd felt wanting to claim her in front of the entire pack. Now, in the quiet intimacy of dawn, a different kind of warmth settled over me, a profound sense of peace that was both new and incredibly potent.
