She woke up to the blinding afternoon sun streaming through the bone-white lace curtains, her sleepy face filled with shadowy shapes from it.

She blinked, steadying her vision, telling herself where she was. ‘I am in my new apartment, bought by Alpha Alain for me…’

She sat at the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes. Afternoon, it’s afternoon. And no, she’s not in the dungeons.

A few moments later, Sasha Forster stood and found herself sitting in a low-backed chair before her room’s roaring fireplace, savoring the feel of her own hands brushing her messy hair.   She nearly purred at the feel of her thin fingers along her own...