Aurora’s POV

When my eyes opened, I was staring at the edge of Alpha Gray’s jaw. His arm was across my waist, the weight of it holding me against his chest.

The steady rise and fall of his breathing pressed lightly against my back. Warm air from his nose brushed my hair each time he exhaled.

My cheek was against the front of his shirt. The fabric was soft, carrying the faint scent of soap and something sharper, like pine.

His chest moved beneath me in a slow, steady rhythm. My own ...