Sabrina's POV
I didn't have any classes this morning, so I dragged my feet until ten o'clock before finally heading downstairs.
I originally thought Zander would have long since left for the company or the packhouse by now.
After all, as the pack's alpha, his schedule had always been ruthlessly strict.
But the moment I reached the bottom of the stairs and caught a glimpse of that towering figure sitting on the living room sofa, my heart instantly seized, and my breathing fell into total disarray.
The lingering trace of his scent still hung in the air, so incredibly potent to my senses that it was almost suffocating.
I dug my nails fiercely into my palms, fighting with everything I had against the wolf inside me that was whimpering in desperate longing for him.
I steadied my breathin
