21. On the move.

In the hushed embrace of my sleep, I stir, the subtle scent of masculinity and the lingering trace of vanilla intertwining in the air.

Instinctively, I yearn for deeper warmth, attempting to snuggle in, my hands reaching out to embrace the comforting presence around me.

The tranquility is disrupted as Mathew's elated voice echoes through the room, calling for "Mumma and Dad."

My eyes flutter open, consciousness washing over me like a sudden wave. Glancing upwards, reality sets in, and I find myself cradled in the strong arms of Alpha Dominic, his chest a secure haven.

A jolt of surprise courses through me as our eyes meet. The gaze from Alpha Dominic carries a complexity of emotions, and I'm left suspended in the silent exchange, caught between the that of the dream and the startling reality of being nestled against him.

My senses snapped into focus as I quickly removed myself from the tangle of sheets, embarrassment coloring my cheeks. The room, lit by the soft morning light, seemed