Harley’s P.O.V.

I woke up to the slow rise and fall of Carlos’s chest beneath my cheek, his warmth cocooning me in a way no blanket ever could. My fingers unconsciously traced the lines of his muscles, the steady beat of his heart grounding me.

He stirred, his arm tightening around me as his lips brushed against my forehead. “Good morning.” He murmured, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.

I savored the sound of his groggy tone stripped of alpha authority and supernatural sharpness. It was just him, my love, the simple man behind the strong walls he had built around him. The moments like this were rare, but...