Silvia
I bent down to pick up Alpha Sherman's suit jacket and tie that he'd casually draped over the back of the sofa.
The expensive fabric still held his warmth, sending a pleasant tingle through my fingertips.
As I folded it neatly over my arm, I couldn't resist breathing in the lingering scent--rich rum mingled with his unique male musk.
"He smells so good," Keal said excitedly. "Like home and safety and... ours."
"Shut up, Keal." I interrupted her incessant chatter.
I pushed the thought away, still not entirely comfortable with how quickly my wolf had accepted our arrangement with the Nightfang Alpha.
This was business--a contract--not a true mate bond, despite what we were pretending.
After turning off the lights downstairs, I climbed the old wooden staircase, each step creaki
