Chapter Eleven
Gabriella’s POV
The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the warmth of blankets or the morning sun, but the lingering burn of embarrassment that seemed to pulse under my skin.
I blinked awake slowly, staring up at the carved wooden ceiling of my chamber. My body ached faintly, not from pain but from restless movement. My lips felt swollen, my heart ached with a strange mixture of longing and shame, and my wolf…
Ava purred lazily in the back of my mind, smug and satisfied. Morning, sleepyhead.
I shot upright in bed, clutching the sheets to my chest. “What did you do?” My voice was a harsh whisper, horror crawling through me.
What did I do? Ava’s laugh rang out like silver bells. Oh, nothing much. Just had a little fun with our mates. They enjoyed it, even if they pretende
