Annabelle's eyes widened as she woke up, freezing in shock. She found herself snuggled against Alpha Alvin, as if he were her cushion.
Dumbfounded, she stared at her face nestled into the crook of his warm neck, her dark long hair covering his face with the fragrance of roses.
He slept peacefully, breathing softly. His hands possessively encircled her waist, while she rested between his legs.
Her nightgown had ridden up, revealing her alluring, flawless thighs, which ignited a sensation as her bare legs tangled with his. Despite his black pants, a connection of sparks seemed to linger.
Carefully, she untangled her feet from his grip, attempting to free herself from his possessive hold.
When she tried to remove his hand from her waist, his grip tightened, halting her efforts.
Even lifting her hair from his face resulted in his eyes squinting due to the disturbance.
