His scent hit her first before she fluttered her eyes open.

         Sasha shot upright when she beheld who is lounging on the chair beside the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The upper part of it was open to welcome the afternoon breeze.

         “Alpha Alain is busy. So I am here instead.”

         “Beta Razel,” her breath was rasped that she thought she was going to panic.

         The Beta only handed out a cocky grin. “You’re still the same trembling lamb even with that satin dress.”

         Indeed, her dress was no longer that white shirt and blue pants she was wearing just this morning. Where she was in one of the tents...