An hour later, in front of her dressing table, while her maid brushed her hair, Eden wondered if Ian was feeling romantic at the moment.

 "How dull and boring my hair is” Eden mused. Ordinary chestnut brown, and straight as drumsticks, despite all the rosemary rinsing in the world. 

Did alphas pay attention to things like that?

“Which nightgown tonight, Milady” the maid  asked taking her out of her thoughts

“The beige one with bronze ribbons,” Eden decided.

It would contrast better with the pink of the drapes than the green of the other night. But this one was even more transparent.

“The nightie, too, please.” Eden asked.

She brought...