Waking up the next day, Isabella felt sore all over, as if she might fall apart.

 

The sunlight outside the half-opened curtains poured in, causing her eyes to squint. She instinctively reached out to block it and turned, coming into contact with a sturdy chest.

 

She opened her eyes to find Andrew's enlarged handsome face already awake, propped up on his elbow, looking at her.

 

"Good morning, mate," he greeted.

 

She instantly sobered up, recalling their conversation from yesterday. He was a werewolf, and she had mated with a wolf!

 

She immediately sat up.

 

He also sat up, embracing her bare back. "Isabella, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."

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