** Harper’s POV **Knox’s stomach growls so loudly it makes all of us jump. He blinks in surprise, like he’s just realised his body needs things again.“Oh my god,” I laugh, wiping away the last of my tears. “He’s back five minutes and already starving.”“I assume ghosts don’t eat, so it’s been well
** Knox’s POV **I wake up with Harper still sleeping on me. Since when can I sleep?I haven’t slept since… I died.Everything is… louder.The hum of the fridge. The ticking of a clock. The rise and fall of Harper’s breath against my chest.Then there’s her scent. I inhale deeply and it nearly buckl
** Harper’s POV **Knox’s kiss is different from the others. It’s not better or worse, just his. It’s slower, deeper, and feels more like a worship. I guess being dead gives moments like this so much more meaning. Each kiss, each look, each word could be our last.His hands settle on my hips, ground
** Harper’s POV **My bath with Dillon is exactly what I needed after my shift and the start of my heat. The contact, the soft words of love as he washed me. It was perfection.Followed by a meal together. Archie is becoming such an excellent cook. His parents own a restaurant on the outskirts of th
** Harper’s POV **The first thing I feel is a strange warmth. It’s not just the normal heat of being surrounding by my bonds as I return to consciousness. It’s a need for… something. A pulse that spreads low in my belly and flares out to heat my skin.My throat is dry and my head fuzzy, but I feel
** Chase’s POV **Harper’s sleek black wolf lays curled on the lake’s shore, breathing in shallow exhausted breaths, but she’s here, she’s safe, healthy and stunning. My wolf stirs in me, pushing at my control. Trying to claw his way out and get to her.“Mate,” he growls in my head.My hands clench