The discovery of Damien’s purr was a secret I hugged to myself all morning. It was a delightful, private joke that made the sun-drenched breakfast nook feel even warmer. I woke up feeling cherished, curled against his side. He was already gone, likely handling the fallout from the previous night's gala, but his scent lingered on the pillows, a comforting mix of cedar and snow.
Later, as I was enjoying a second cup of coffee, Evelyn came in to clear the plates. She moved with her usual quiet efficiency, but I caught her glancing at me, a happy, almost conspiratorial smile playing on her lips.
“You seem pleased about something, Evelyn,” I commented.
“The whole pack is pleased when the Alpha is pleased, Luna,” she replied, her smile widening. “And I have never seen him so… at peace. Not in a decade.”
My curiosity was piqued. “A decade? Everyone keeps mentioning that.”
