The first thing Nyra noticed was the warmth of the sheets. Soft and luxurious in a way her body hadn't experienced in months.
She shifted slightly, her sore thighs brushing against the cool fabric, and a hiss slipped past her lips. Her eyes snapped open, disoriented.
This was her room. It wasn't the hellhole Kael had thrown her into when he captured her. This was a proper bed–his bed.
She sat up, suddenly aware of her nakedness under the covers. Her breath hitched when her gaze found him.
Alpha Kael Draven.
He was shirtless, standing in front of a mirror table as he brushed a hand through his damp black hair. His eyes locked hers through the reflection. They were suddenly cold. Unlike last night.
Nyra stiffened.
What was this?
He turned slightly. “You’re not going to bathe?”
Her
