When I opened my eyes the next morning, I was immediately hit by a wall of scent. It was thick, intoxicating, and undeniably masculine. The bed was empty, but the sheets were still warm, and the lingering aroma of rain, pine, and leather told me exactly who had been there. They must have been lying beside me for a significant amount of time to leave such a heavy imprint on the room.
I blinked at the ceiling in total confusion, trying to wrap my head around how they had managed to slip into bed with me without me ever waking up.
Mate or not, I am a trained warrior. I have spent years honing my instincts to stay alert even in the deepest sleep. For them to get that close to me meant one of two things. Either they were incredibly light footed, or my wolf had pulled a fast one on me. She pro
