September 1st 5:45 am- Kyles Ranch - Morvan
It was unusual for an alpha of any strength to take much comfort in the touch of a sub but Morvan seemed to have a weakness for Leslie. She was by far his favourite, even taking the place of Katana, the leopard Morvan called his Kitten. Maybe he just had a thing for broken women or perhaps it was a case of paternal affection. Whatever the case, Leslie could always bring a smile to Morvan's face, no matter what his mood.
He laid his hands on top of hers. "Morning," he said.
Leslie rested her head between Morvan's shoulderblades, basking in the strength of his Beast. For her, it was a warm, safe place.
Morvan craned his head back and rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. "Sleep well?" he asked.