Nostalgia.

Elsa woke up a bit late as she watched the sun already high outside, not to mention the chirping of the birds on the branches that hit her windows. It was refreshing to wake up like this, how long has it been since she had such a peaceful and gentle awakening? Since he died?

She sighed, moving her gaze to his portrait in front of her bed. She now felt guilty for taking another man into the room she shared for over seventeen years with her husband, it was sweet and tender awakenings with morning passions that carried her. He brought her breakfast in bed and made sure to support her with the pack.

She tells herself that he has fully fulfilled his role as a mate throughout their union, but she doesn't know if that was the case for her. She had a delicate position in the pack which meant that she was always out of the house, he was the one who took care of everything in the house and the education of their son. Certainly, it was his role in their couple as an omega but she think