The morning sun poured through the bay windows, casting soft, golden light across the room. It painted everything in a hazy warmth, but nothing in this world was more radiant than the man lying next to me.Alex.Even in sleep, he looked unfairly good. His hair was a tousled mess, lashes fanned out over flushed cheeks, and lips slightly parted. My fingers moved of their own accord, tracing the familiar lines of his face. His cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the soft dip of his collarbone. I knew every inch of him now, and still, I couldn’t stop memorizing.My heart felt like it could split open from the sheer weight of contentment. Of love.Until my fingers ghosted over a rough patch of skin beneath his jawline.A scar.An old one, but jagged and ugly. It didn’t belong there. Didn’t fit on something so beautiful.I stilled, my jaw tightening.I knew that scar. I knew the shape of it—like a twisted smile—and I knew who the hell gave it to him. Ryan.My wolf stirred, low and violent,
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