Chapter 46:
Ivy’s POV
Morning came slowly, the sunlight bleeding through the linen curtains in soft streaks of gold. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The scent of pine and smoke clung to the air instead of city exhaust, and when I sat up, the weight of the silence pressed against my chest.
Right. The packhouse. Damian’s home.
I exhaled, sitting up slowly and dragged a hand through my hair. The room looked too perfect, the bed too perfect, the sheets too straightened. Nothing seemed out of place, not even the blanket I’d kicked off sometime in the night. It felt like living inside a museum exhibit labeled ‘The Alpha’s Human Mate, Do Not Touch.’
A hot shower did little to fix the knot in my stomach. So I just braided my hair back and dressed up in the clothes that had been laid
