Zara's POV
The next morning, I woke to silence.
For a moment, I forgot where I was.
Then the scent of cedarwood and rain filled my lungs, and memory came rushing back.
Greyson.
The Alpha King.
My so-called second chance mate.
The man who had insulted me, protected me, confused me, and somehow managed to live in my thoughts more than I wanted to admit.
I sat up slowly on the sofa, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the room, warming the polished wooden floors. The room was too large, too elegant, too grand for someone like me.
Or maybe that was what years of being treated like nothing had taught me to believe.
I pushed the blanket aside and stood.
No sign of him.
Good.
I needed space from the storm that man carried with him.
After washing m
