Anna's POV
I wake up this morning feeling… not miserable. That alone is shocking. For the first time in my twenty years of existence, I actually feel something close to peace.
The bed beneath me is soft and warm, the room smells of fresh linens and lavender, and even the air in Alpha Dylan’s mansion carries a kind of calm I’m not used to. I slept like a baby last night—something I haven’t done in a very long time.
I sit up slowly, letting the comfort of the mattress cradle me a bit longer before I swing my legs over the edge. I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth, letting the minty freshness chase away the last traces of sleep.
A hot shower follows, easing some of the soreness out of my muscles. When I finish, I wrap a towel tightly around my chest and step out of the bat
