(Sienna’s POV)
My eyes snap open, and I scan the room. Morning sunlight streams through the large arched window, matching the deep gold and crimson tones in Arthur’s bedroom.
I sit up quickly, throwing the lush purple blankets off me. My eyes scan the room a little more clearly. I don’t remember falling asleep, I muse.
“Our mate kissed us,” my wolf whispers in a singsong tone.
“He’s not our mate,” I growl back at her. “Just a contractual obligation.”
But still, I look around, trying to figure out where Arthur is as panic rises in my throat. Why am I anxious? I wonder.
Just then, Arthur enters the room from the hallway, dressed in a three-piece navy-blue suit and carrying a garment bag. “Good morning, Sienna,” he says with a smile, handing me the bag. “It’s time to get dressed
