The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
The Night Writerthe alpha's fateful matethe alpha's chosen matethe alpha's rejected and broken matethe alphas mysterious mate
” Ashton mumbles, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across his face—the exact smile I fall in love with every single day, over and over again.
I let out a shaky breath, running my thumb gently over his cheekbone. The warmth of his skin grounds me, making the dream feel even more real.
”I had a dream” I start softly, my voice still a bit thick.
”Or… a vision, I think. I was in this incredibly peaceful place, and the Moon Goddess was there…”
Ashton’s eyes widen slightly, the last remnants of sleep instantly vanishing. He sits up a bit more, anchoring his hands on my chest, listening intently.