Elara’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the unfamiliar ceiling above me.
For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, trying to remember how I had gotten there. The room was larger than mine, the air heavier with a scent that was not lavender like Ava’s oils but something darker, richer, something that made my wolf stir lazily in recognition.
I pushed myself up slightly, my fingers pressing into sheets that were softer than any I had slept on before. My heartbeat quickened as awareness settled fully. This was not my chamber.
I turned my head slowly.
He was standing by the window.
Shirtless.
Morning light poured through the tall glass panels, outlining every sculpted line of his body in gold. His back was partially to me, broad shoulders relaxed, muscles shifting s
