Maya
Stephen's bedroom was three times the size of my entire house.
Dark wood furniture. A fireplace that could fit a grown man. Windows that overlooked the pack lands like a king surveying his kingdom. And that bed, massive and draped in midnight blue silk.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Stephen closed the door behind us with a soft click.
I stayed by the entrance, my back pressed against the wall. "I'm not sleeping in here with you."
"Yes, you are." He walked to the fireplace, pouring himself a drink from a crystal decanter. "Would you like some wine? You look like you need it."
"I need to go home."
"This is your home now, Maya. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be."
His scent filled the room like smoke. Pine and leather and something purely alpha that made my knees weak.
