Freya's POV

As I step out of the steamy bathroom, droplets of water cling to my damp hair, trickling down onto my shoulders. My robe hangs loosely, tied with little care, and for a fleeting moment, a sense of calm wraps around me.

That moment shatters in an instant when I see Alpha Alistair standing dead center in my bedroom. My breath catches, and I stifle a scream as my hand reflexively grips the front of my robe, pulling it tighter against my body. My pulse ...