Lancaster POV
The first scent I smelled in the morning wasn’t the melting snow, or the ashes in the fireplace. It was the sweet and spicy fragrance of my precious mate, which immediately made me smile. She was also the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes - and what a sight to see. I had her wrapped in my arms, her back pressed against my chest. Her head was so close to my face I couldn’t resist the temptation of diving my nose into her smooth chestnut hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent I could never get enough of.
Mine. She was all mine.
As I noticed her shift in the small double bed, I loosened my grip to allow her to move better. She slowly turned her head to look at me, and the second my gaze fell on her beautiful hazel eyes, I was awestruck. How could a stray like me have got
