LILA

Sunlight trickled into my room, dragging me out of a sleep that felt way too short. Morning. Already? My eyes barely opened as memories from last night came flooding back-his touch, his words, his promises that lingered longer than they should. His fingers... tracing paths I could still feel.

The door creaked open, and Eliza, the maid from earlier, entered carrying a basket of... something. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, attempting to wake up.

"Good morning," I mumbled, trying to sound composed as I forced myself to sit up.

"Good morning, my lady," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. "The Alpha King has requested your presence."

My...