The afternoon sun streamed through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the master bedroom. Golden rays danced over the figure sprawled across the king-sized bed, highlighting sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline that remained relaxed in sleep.
Kolton Zachary lay motionless, his breathing deep and steady. Even bathed in warm sunlight, he showed no signs of stirring. The harsh lines of his face, usually set in an expression of cold authority, had softened in slumber.
A tentative knock shattered the peaceful silence. His dark brows furrowed slightly, though his eyes remained closed. The sound came again, followed by hushed whispers and nervous giggles from the hallway.
Two house staff members stood outside his door, their voices barely audible through the thick oak panels. They were clearly debating who should be the one to wake their formidable Alpha.
"Alpha, sir? It's past noon. Perhaps you'd like some lunch?" one of them called out hesitantly.
