Leigh
I
woke up to the sounds of something scuffling, and it took my brain several seconds to figure out where I was. But as I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling in the dim light, Gael’s piney, comforting scent triggered the memory.
He’d denned me up in his room, something I hadn’t even known I’d wanted before he’d carried me in here like a fairy-tale damsel.
We were in a castle, so it was kind of fitting.
But what was that noise? I sat up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that might trigger my intense nausea, but despite the fact that it had probably been hours since Bri’s magic omega touch, I felt better waking up in Gael’s bed than I had… pretty much since the nausea started.
My wolf hummed her contentment in my chest, even as I cast around the seemingly empty room
