Aurora’s POV

I woke up shivering in the dark, heart pounding, sweat cold on my skin.

In my dream, I was in a cage with stone walls, and a witch had me tied up and twisted my arms until my bones snapped.

I jerked upright in bed, gasping, and nearly tumbled from the sheets. It took me a moment to realize I was safe, or at least not in that hellhole anymore.

The scent of clean linen and faint traces of Alpha Keith’s cologne made me aware of where I was. That I had been taken to his room, ...