Ayla’s POV
Heavy knocks on the door dragged me out of a soft fog of sleep. I blinked, my eyes stinging as I realized the ceiling above me wasn't my own. The air here was different, smelling of musky cologne, expensive spice, and the lingering heat of the night before.
No. No. No. s**t.
I had fought the way those borrowed powers made me feel, but in the heat of the moment, they had taken the wheel and a traitorous part of me had let them. I had just slept with the one man I was supposed to despise.
Worse, the power was gone. That high, untouchable confidence had evaporated, leaving me feeling hollow and exposed. Only my wolf was happy— she was practically humming, she curled up contentedly because she’d finally touched Kael’s wolf and wouldn't stop howling about the connection, and I wa
