Celeste had woken up an hour earlier, greeted by the sight of the rising morning sun.
She’d idled until her thoughts began to wander—but they were cut short when she heard the sheets shift. Turning, she saw Syzar.
The alpha stood, towering over her, nude and unashamed, his gaze fixed on her. Celeste swallowed quickly.
Her hands prickled with nerves as she took a shaky breath, still mortified to find herself in his bed. Had she done something rash and stupid last night after drinking?
“I am sorry, my king. I acted stupidly,” she confessed, though last night still felt like a blur.
She couldn’t recall if she’d misspoken or done something worse in her drunken state. She braced for punishment—but was surprised when Syzar only sighed, pressing a hand to his temple.
“Head to Muriel and get
