Alpha's Cursed Bride
Rex lay on his back, one arm around each child, the other tucked beneath his head, watching me with that quiet, fierce love that still stole my breath.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
I smiled, tracing the scar that cut through his left eyebrow—a souvenir from the eclipse night. “Morning.”
Rowan stirred, red eyes blinking open. “Is it breakfast yet?”
Rex chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Soon, pup. Let your mother wake up first.”
Rowan considered this, then wriggled higher to plant a sticky kiss on my cheek. “Momma, can we go to the river today? Uncle Cassian said—”
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