Ramsey
My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of the early morning light filtering through the curtains.
I stretched languidly, carefully moving Lyla sprawled on my chest to the other part of the bed… I was practically her mattress. After settling her, I pushed myself to the edge of the bed, reaching for the tablet resting on the nightstand to review my schedule for the day.
I skimmed through meetings, security briefings, training sessions and a few pack affairs – each task was listed neatly, but despite the workload, I didn't feel overwhelmed. Not anymore.
When I was done confirming my appointments, I turned my gaze to Lyla fast asleep beside me. Her face was relaxed in the soft morning light her dark lashes rested against her fair skin, her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm filling me with a sense of peace I never thought was possible.
My mate. My peace.
