Lara's POV
"I am already yours." Marco's words stayed with me even as my eyes grew heavy and sleep finally pulled me under. I drifted off with a smile on my lips, the memory of his voice echoing in my mind like a fragile promise I wanted to believe.
When I woke up, I could hardly breathe for a moment. My husband was still beside me. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me as if I belonged there. His face rested so close to mine that I could feel the soft warmth of his breath against my cheek.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep. So young, so handsome, so impossibly gentle that it made something inside me ache. I wished this was the version of him I would always see. I wished this was real. But deep down, I knew better. I knew this tenderness was part of the role he needed to play for the sake of the pack and for the sake of the people watching us.
