Harley’s P.O.V.

Morning light crept into the room in soft and golden streaks, casting a gentle glow over the space that felt too quiet, like the time had been paused for us.

Carlos was still asleep, his head resting on my lap. One arm draped loosely around my waist like even in his dreams, he didn’t want me to go!

His dark lashes laid against his cheeks, and for the first time, I was able to see him without the weight of power shadowing his features.

The great Alpha Carlos Ledger looked like a normal boy right now. A vulnerable boy who had been carrying too much for too long....