~EMBER
The fabric of the fresh, forest-green knit dress felt heavy against my skin as I smoothed the hem down over my thighs.
Alpha Varg had left my room only minutes prior, his towering shadow finally retreating from my room.
The frantic, desperate bath I had forced myself into immediately after he left was a blur of scalding water and aggressive scrubbing. I had used half a bottle of the citrus-scented soap from the vanity, desperately trying to erase every single trace of the raw c*m and forbidden frostbitten pine musk we had left melted into the sheets.
Almost immediately after I zipped up the spine of the dress, the sharp, demanding knock from Ember echoed against the heavy mahogany wood. My heart skipped a violent beat against my ribs, but I forced a shaky breath out of my lungs.
