(Migumi’s POV)
I woke up to the gentle scent of fresh flowers and the soft hum of the birds filtering through the window. Blinking against the morning light, I scanned my eyes around the unfamiliar room.
With furrowed brows, I sat up, trying to recall how I ended up in this luxurious bed. I had never been here before; that much was certain.
The last thing I remember is dreaming about being taken away by the royal werewolf prince. I can still smell his scent, his gentle deep voice, his ocean blue eyes that is comforting and—
“You're awake.”
I winced when a man suddenly popped out of nowhere. In his hand is a tray laden with a delicate breakfast. He set down the tray on the bedside table with a gentle smile.
It’s…
I—It’s the werewolf prince!
“Good morning, Migumi. I
