Celeste woke up with a start to something sharp jabbing her ribs. It wasn’t an enemy blade, a rogue’s claw, or even one of Logan’s pranks. It was Hunter’s elbow.

She squinted at him across their shared bed, the early light creeping in through the carved stone windows of Hollow Mountain. He looked so smug in sleep. Mouth parted slightly, hair messy, completely unrepentant.

Celeste scowled, but affection curled in her chest. Alpha Blackwood. Her mate. Her partner in crime. Her personal ...