IRIS
Iris purred loudly the next morning to a familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach and that's when she inhaled the nose blinding scent. Her eyes were still closed but she was very much awake and her senses were pretty much active now. Her insides were already feeling mushy and she knitted her brows together in a tight frown when she felt the rays of sun wash over her face.
Turning to other other side of the bed, she accidentally bumped into a wall. She mumbled incoherent words in her sleep and ran her hands unconsciously over the hard surface. How was it possible that her bed was enclosed in a tight, strong and muscly wall.
Was she still dreaming?
Has she been kidn*pped? What was happening?
Forcing her eyes open, she met the deep golden eyes of the Lycan king staring down at he
