Debbie.
The sun poked through the heavy curtains, hitting my eyes. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out for the warmth of a body. But the bed was empty. The sheets were cold.
I sat up slowly, my body aching in a way that made me blush. The memories of last night came rushing back—the fire of Rain, the sweetness of River, and the heavy, dominance of Rex.
They were gone, but I could still smell them on the pillows. I felt different. Even in this house where I used to hide, I felt seen, free.
A soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” I called, sitting up straight.
It was Maria. She walked in. She was carrying a garment bag, a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Good morning, Ma’am. The Alpha sent this for you to wear to the office today.”
I didn’t even look at the bag. I knew what w
