The Alpha's Daydream ✔️

Chapter 74

I absolutely love the song above, 'Truth' by James Blunt. The lyrics to his wife are  beautiful:

As I look out at the morning sun
There's no escape from the things I've done
And out of everything I've lost, now I know that I just needed you
And darling, that's the truth

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Sunlight danced on the back of his eyelids, drawing him from his dreams. He was reluctant to wake up, until he remembered his reality was even sweeter than any daydream his mind conjured.

Malachi gazed down at his sleeping mate, her small body tucked perfectly against him, his arms tightening to draw her closer still. He never tired of waking up with her beside him. Most mornings, she had found a way to snuggle into him during the night, despite the fact he was a light sleeper and moved around many times. She seemed to understand him, even in sleep, and reached out just when he needed her touch.

The nightmares had stopped, for now. They both understood the significance of their dreams, how God had showed them important things through visions, and were open to receiving any further messages He chose to give them. But for the last month, their dreams consisted of beautiful images of their future together, leading their pack, and raising a family.

Ariella shifted in his arms, her breath coming out warmly against his neck and sending shivers across his bare skin.

He brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. "Good morning, my queen."

She smiled lazily up at him. "Good morning, Alpha. Have I told you how much I love you?"

He responded with a heated kiss to her lips.

After a few minutes, she pulled away and trailed her fingers over his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, and down his neck. "I had the cutest dream. I dreamt I had a little brother, can you imagine it? He had curly dark hair, bright blue eyes, and I think his name was Elias, or something like that. Mom was so happy—the happiest I've seen her in ages."

"That's a nice dream. If only it was real. I understand how much your parents wanted a child of their own," Malachi mused, liking the wistful look on her face, but knowing that any false hope about this would only result in more disappointment.

"Hmm," Ariella hummed, the vibrations from her throat seeping through Malachi's own chest and setting his heart in an unsteady rhythm. After a month together of being fully bonded, even the smallest things could still catch him off guard and flood passion through his veins.

"We should really get going," Ariella pushed herself up on an elbow and gave him a stern look. "We told my parents we'd be there for breakfast."

She looked like an angel in the soft morning light that shone through the billowy curtains. The window above the bed was perfectly situated to allow light in while giving them a view of the valley and creek that traversed the territory surrounding their log home.

"We did, but at the time I didn't realise how beautifully amazing you'd look this morning, with silken honeyed hair and a glow on your face that outshines the stars. Nor did I know how much I'd detest crawling out of bed on so cold a morning, and breaking this lovely enchantment we seem trapped in," he ran a hand up her arm, over her slender shoulder, his fingers gently trailing his mark above her collarbone before he cupped her cheek.

She angled into his touch, pressing a kiss onto his palm and each one of his fingertips. "Have you been reading a thesaurus again? And one of Asa's books of love poetry?"