Alora’s POV

The bed was cold on his side again.

I didn’t know why I still reached for him every morning. Habit, maybe.

My hand brushed over nothing but sheets, smooth and empty, and the ache hit me before I could stop it.

Since the attack, I have been at the Bloodfang pack for over a month. I had only worked remotely, so I had gotten used to waking up with Morgan beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his warm breath fanning my cheeks.

But for over a week now since he declared the mating ...