Kimberly slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the early morning sunlight filtering into the room. She looked around, startled by the sheer luxury of her surroundings.
The room was exquisitely furnished, with soft white curtains billowing gently in the breeze from an open window.
Everything looked immaculate, but as she tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her body.
Bruises and aches from the previous night's ordeal reminded her of the struggle with Alpha Derrick.
Her heart raced as flashes of the encounter rushed back to her. "Where am I?" she thought, alarmed. Her hands touched the soft silk fabric of the nightgown she was now wearing. Someone had cleaned and dressed her, but the memories of Derrick's attack and her subsequent rescue haunted her mind.
