For the first time I get into Brandon's bedroom, it is strict, but at the same time cozy. Decorated in dark brown, chocolate tones and literally saturated with its aroma, reminiscent of a coniferous forest after rain on a summer morning. I greedily draw in, realizing that I missed this fragrance. It would seem that the alpha was gone only a few days, and I so missed our joint breakfasts and dinners, disputes and bickering, his smell, piercing gray gaze, low velvety voice.

I stand at the door and feel out of place, watching the maids bustle about spreading out the wide bed, the men neatly tucking and undressing Brandon....