Her hand hovered there, tempted to bend down and press a kiss to that exposed forehead. The urge was surprisingly strong, intimate in ways that made her chest tighten.
She pulled back quickly, embarrassment heating her cheeks. What was she thinking? This was the man who'd claimed her, who held her captive, but was she? Or was it just her mind? who....
Who slept soundly beside her, snoring softly, looking more at peace than any Alpha King should.
Dakota carefully extracted herself from his loose hold, moving slowly so as not to wake him. Her eyes found the wall clock, 8:30 AM.
Shouldn't he be up by now? Running his kingdom, managing pack business, doing whatever terrifying things Alpha Kings did with their mornings?
But he was still deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm.
He must have been exhausted, she realized. Maybe even as exhausted as she'd been.
