Victoria
Sunlight poured through the tall windows, scattering across the white sheets and illuminating the grand bedroom like liquid gold. I stirred with a soft groan, every muscle in my body stiff and sore. The bed was impossibly soft, and yet I felt as if I'd been run over by a truck—or more accurately, by a six-foot-three Alpha who knew exactly how to break down every wall I'd built.
I shifted carefully, the soreness a deep, lingering ache that radiated from my core down to my trembling legs. Moon Goddess, I thought, pressing a hand to my churning stomach. The memories of last night came in flashes: Leo's weight pinning me to the mattress, his hands gripping my hips with possessive strength, the way he had slowed when he realized I was shaking, his deep voice whispering that he
