Sol's POV
I groaned softly when I sat upright at the edge of the bed, feeling restless.
"s**t, not again," I whispered to myself.
For days now, all I could think about was my mate. I knew it was wrong; that's why I felt so much guilt towards my beautiful wife who was always by my side. She had my back when no one else did and held my hand when I had nothing.
"Ήλιε μου," Amara called softly behind me.
I glanced back and smiled at her before fully turning to face her.
She was lying down, smiling warmly at me.
She still looked gorgeous even after a few years of struggles had passed us.
"My sun, is something the matter?" She asked, this time stopping herself from calling me in Greek.
I smiled widely and then moved, laying beside her.
"My heart," I whispered softly as I moved my hand
