When the morning light slipped through the curtains, I felt something heavy draped around me — warm, protective, and undeniably Hugo. The soft rustle of the sheets brought me back to reality, and for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. But then I felt it — that faint yet intoxicating trace of lime lingering on my skin, wrapping around every inch of me like invisible threads.
His pheromone.
I froze, eyes fluttering open. The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of his breathing behind me. My whole body felt strangely light, yet heavy at the same time — a mixture of exhaustion and something deeper, something that made my heart skip in uneven beats.
Last night…
I turned slightly, and there he was. Hugo, fast asleep, one arm thrown around my waist, his bare skin pressing against mine. His face looked softer in the morning light — all the sharpness gone, leaving behind only the man who had lost control of himself. My alpha. My chaos.
And I — the one who didn't stop him.
