My Brutal Alpha Mate
What in God’s name was that smell?
It wasn’t a bad smell, mused a slowly waking Taryn whose eyelids
were too heavy to lift. It sure didn’t belong in her bed though. Her sleep-
fogged brain was able to tell her three things. One, the smell was actually a
person’s scent – a most delicious scent; fresh pine, spring rain and cedar
wood. Two, the alluring scent belonged to a male. And three, that male was a
wolf shifter, just like her. Taryn Warner did not smuggle strange guys into
the pack house, even if they did smell delicious.
Forcing a droopy eye open, she peeked at the space beside her and was
able to confirm her suspicion that the mystery male was long gone. Swerving
her head – which felt unnaturally heavy – she peered at her alarm clock. Or,
at least, she would have done if it hadn’t done a disappearing act. Along with
her bedside table. And these silky sheets beneath her, she suddenly realized,
were not her sheets.
With a start, she sat up. And cursed. Nope, she wasn’t in her room. In
fact, she wasn’t even in her home. Scanning her surroundings warily, her
eyes widened in response to not only the luxury around her, but also the
realisation that she was inside what looked to be a freaking cave. A cave?