||Clayton|| Waking up to my mate was the most beautiful feeling ever. Claire’s head was resting on my chest and her light, slowed breathing and heartbeat, meant she was still sleeping. Her heat had settled and I felt I could breathe once again. I hated to see her in pain and unable to do anything but I guess heat was a vital process that every she-wolf or she-Lycan has to go through. It was early hours in the morning and I was smiling uncontrollably just thinking about how our bodies mangled and fitted together last night. It was unlike anything. I can't seem to compare the nights I spent with Claire. Each night was special in its own way and conveyed a different kind of feeling. I wanted to serve her breakfast in bed so I slowly untangled our bodies, trying my best not to wake her. She stirred a little and didn't wake up. I threw on some joggers and a black singlet. I headed down to find out that my Omega had already prepared breakfast for us. I quickly looked through the kitchen