Ivy
Pain was the first thing I felt. Dull, pulsing, and annoyingly persistent—twisting through my ankle like a cruel reminder.
The second thing I felt… was warmth.
Not mine.
His.
I blinked, my lashes fluttering as light filtered into the room. Not my room. The ceiling was different—higher, arched, shadowed. The scent in the air was different, too. Cedar, firewood, and something darker—his scent.
Leon.
I turned slowly, careful not to jolt my injury, and my breath caught.
He was lying beside me.
One arm under his head, the other resting inches from my waist. His broad chest rose and fell in even breaths. His eyes were closed, lashes dark against his skin, jaw slack with sleep.
He looked… peaceful.
Human.
It didn’t fit.
This was the Alpha who chained me with a contract. Who locke
