Penelope POV

I'm not actually asleep.

I can feel Timothy watching me, his gaze warm on my skin and the bond between us hums with contentment. But underneath that contentment is something else.

I shift slightly, letting my eyes flutter open. "I can feel you staring."

"Can't help it," he murmurs, his fingers traced along my arm. "You're my wife now."

"I've been your mate for years." I turn to face him fully. "The ceremony just made it official."

"Official," he repeats, his eyes have shifted to ...