Scarlett sprung up on the wooden bed she was lying on, her heart beating frantically in the cage, chills rippling over her body, eyes widening at taking in the place. One after the other, all the things started dawning on her in chronological order.
She was not at home. Neither there was the soft mattress under her body nor was she tangled up in the white warm covers. She time travelled to an age of werewolves and vampires. She had been pushed off a cliff and somehow saved by the same person who threw her over the edge. She was portrayed as a prostitute and seen naked by a man. And here she was, having a wet dream about an alpha of a wolf pack. Never she had dreamed about kissing a boy, let alone having such an intimate session with a werewolf.
"What was that?", feeling her body burning, the professor questioned herself skeptically. That was probably the aftereffect of yesterday's encounter, her body getting exposed to the alpha. It had to be it. Yes.
