Chapter 11

• As day passed, a peaceful night was finally here. The sound of crickets filled the air. Camila slept soundly in her room, her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath when suddenly, Alpha Denver, silently pushed the door open. He stood at the door with his body leaning on the wall beside the door with his two hands inside his pocket, admiring her peaceful sleeping face as he watched her sleep.
• Shortly, he walked over to the bed and gently caressed her hair, letting his hand glide over her soft strands. He traced the curve of her cheek with his fingertips, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. He couldn't resist the temptation to touch her body. He slowly ran his hand all over her, feeling the perfect curves of her figure.
• Camila stirred in her sleep, and Denver froze, unassured he had woken her up. But she merely shifted, snuggling deeper into her pillow. Denver let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued to caress her hair, lost in the pleasure of touching her.