When I opened my eyes, the world was hazy, blurred as though my lashes were drenched in fog. My body felt strangely heavy, limbs sinking into the mattress beneath me. The faint scent of iron clung to the air, metallic and sharp, making my stomach turn before I even remembered where I was or what had happened. Then something wet touched my skin. A cold, damp pressure sliding across my arm. I jerked faintly, not fully awake, and a low hum reached my ears. A voice calm, measured, frighteningly gentle.
"Easy, little rabbit… you're awake sooner than I thought."
My eyes widened, the haze burning away like mist under fire. The room sharpened, my heart lurched, and I realized where I was. Back in his chambers. The psycho Alpha's quarters.
And he was there, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.
