Rana stirred in the unfamiliar bed.
The sheets were soft beneath her fingers—too soft, too smooth, nothing like the coarse fabrics she was used to. The pillows cradled her head with an almost unnatural gentleness. The room smelled of lavender and something floral, clean and foreign.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then pain.
It radiated from her cheek, from her split lip, from the deep ache in her ribs where the Alpha's fist had connected. She winced, pressing a hand to her face. Her inner wolf, Ray Ray, was already working—a warm, tingling sensation that told her healing was underway. But it would take time, as they used wolfsbane.
Then memory crashed back.
The kidnapping. The dark vehicle. The cold room in the pack house.
The Alpha's voice, sharp with rage: *You knew where your d
