** Paige’s POV **

I wake to warmth. Not sunlight or the lingering glow beneath my skin, but warmth that feels alive. That feels wrapped in love. The kind of warmth that only comes from my mates.

Ryder’s arm is draped over my waist, heavy and protective even in sleep. His breath is slow against the back of my neck, steady, as though he’s holding the entire world still just so I can rest a little longer.

My body aches, not painfully, but in a way that reminds me that something monumental ...