Morning light spills across my face—warm, soft, almost too gentle compared to the night I survived. My lashes flutter, and after a slow blink, the world comes into focus.
Rion Vale.
He's the first thing I see.
He sleeps quietly, his breathing deep and steady, my head rising and falling with every exhale against his bare chest. One of his arms is locked around my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. He holds me like I'm something he refuses to release—even unconscious.
His hair falls messily over his eyes and temple, soft strands brushing his lashes. He looks different when he sleeps. Softer. Almost human. Nothing like the creature who claimed to be an alpha last night—nothing like the force who dragged me inside and kissed me until my thoughts blurred.
Curiosity nudges at me.
If he's an alpha… then where is the real Rion Vale?
Who—what—is truly inside this body?
