Chapter 133

Maeve’s POV

I drew in a deep breath, settling comfortably under the warm silken sheets. Turning slightly, I nestled into the plush pillows and let my gaze drift to my mate, who lay sleeping beside me. I savored the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath mine.

I moved closer, my blue eyes tracing every line of his form, memorizing the strong slope of his shoulders and the gentle curve of his jaw. I closed my eyes and inhaled his familiar scent—earthy, with a hint of something sweet. Though the heavy draperies sealed out the dawn’s light, I felt the gentle warmth of the sun pressed against them, eager to spill inside.

A subtle stir of his presence in my mind told me he was waking. I clutched the silken covers around my naked body and whispered, “I’m sorry I woke you,”