Alessia:
Warmth.
Soft, steady, and wrapped around me.
A contentment that Sage felt, a rare one since everything shifted to anything but our favor.
That was the first thing I felt when consciousness began to return. warmth… and breath against the top of my head.
My eyes flew open.
I wasn’t in my bed.
I was on the couch.
More accurately… I was sprawled directly on top of Alpha Alexander, my cheek pressed against his chest, his arm locked around my waist as if he’d been holding me there all night.
No, don’t get up… Sage said, making my heart drop to my stomach. He is comfortable.
Oh goddess.
I stiffened immediately, wanting to get up, trying to actually sit up.
His grip tightened almost immediately.
“Don’t,” he murmured, voice low and rough with sleep. “You got away from me the
