Chapter 238: The Edge of the Storm
The wind outside made a sound so guttural it would make the strongest wolves shudder. Outside, the world was a blur of white, the snow sweeping sideways as it fell heavily accompanied by the wind.
Inside Orion's home, however, there was warmth—thick furs layered across the floor, a low fire murmuring in the hearth, and the steady rhythm of two heartbeats on the bed.
Orion trailed lazy kisses down the slope of Sophia's shoulder, and she stirred with a faint groan, blinking groggily as she turned her face toward him.
"What do you want?" she mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.
Orion chuckled, the sound low and rich in her ear. "Can't a man appreciate his mate without being interrogated?"
Sophia groaned again and half-buried her face in the pillow. "You tired me out last night. Let me rest."
He laughed quietly, his breath tickling her neck. "It's afternoon already, shorty."
