Trishal’s POV
“I want to go home," I said to him in a small voice, sitting up while leaning on my hands as I looked around the room.
It was quite spacious and fully furnished, with the gray drapes on both windows down adding to the dim lighting of the room.
Though the lighting was not the issue, my wolf eyes could adjust quickly. The real problem here was the man standing over me, and goddess, was he beginning to unbutton his tux?
“I’m sorry about speaking out of turn earlier, Alpha Loren,” I added his title so he would know that I was back to being the sensible Trish.
He gave no reply and instead discarded the tux in his hand on the floor, his belt following as he began to work on his shirt.
“Damn!” My eyes wandered briefly to the door as I thought of a means to escape.
“You woul
