Beneath the Alpha's Moon

TERESA’S P.O.V.

Mornings with Lucian Blackwood were a mixed bag of emotions—half chaos, half bliss, and all hilarity.

I woke to the sensation of strong arms wrapped around me and a low voice murmuring against my hair, "Good morning, girlfriend."

"Good morning, boyfriend," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.

Before I could fully process the day, Lucian tilted his head, his blank eyes almost sparkling mischievously. "So, shower time?"

I blinked. "Shower time?"

"Yes," he replied with a grin. "It’s what people in relationships do, right? Share showers? Bonding and all that."

"Lucian, our relationship doesn’t exactly follow the natural dating order and—"

"C’mon, Teresa. We are perfect the way we are. Think of it as multitasking. We’ll save water," he added, completely unbothered by my protests as he pulled me toward the bathroom.

Despite my groans of protest, I found myself in the steamy shower with Lucian. He grinned like a child who had just won a prize, his hand running along the tiles for balance. His other hand rested lightly on my arm. "So, do I get a running commentary on how breathtakingly handsome I look this morning?"

"Blind or not, your ego is out of control," I shot back, laughing.