ARIA
I woke to sunlight warming my face. Blinking groggily, I realized this wasn’t my safe haven. Instead, I was covered in soft linens on a huge bed. The events of last night came rushing back—the rogue werewolf, the alley... and Mr. Grey.
Sitting up abruptly, I scanned the room. It was luxurious. Knox Grey, the infamous CEO, didn’t strike me as a man who left anything to chance. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air, grounding me in the unfamiliarity of his world.
A shadow moved near the window. I turned to see him, standing there in a crisp black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, his presence as commanding as ever. His gaze, cold and analytical, pinned me in place.
“Good. You’re awake,” he said, his deep voice carrying no trace of warmth.
I swallowed hard, suddenly very
