Roman froze.

Rebecca lay stretched across his bed, naked, unashamed, her legs spread and bent slightly in an inviting way. Her hair spilled over his pillow like she’d been waiting there for hours. She tilted her chin and smiled slowly, like she had been expecting a very different reaction.

Roman’s stomach turned.

“Rebecca?” he snapped. “What the actual hell are you doing in here?”

She lifted a finger to her lips, shushing him. “Don’t yell, Alpha… someone might ...