Elvira

I woke up to warmth. Not just the heat under my duvet or the gentle light slipping in through the heavy curtains, but something else. My arm was wrapped tightly around something soft and heavy. Still half-asleep, I squinted at the object under my cheek.

Dark fabric. Smooth leather trim. Wait… a jacket? It was Alpha’s jacket and it smelled like him.

His scent wrapped around me like an invisible rope, woody, masculine, and just a ...