Riven woke up with a heavy head. His whole body ached like he'd been punished to wash the entire house's laundry. But he was not at the old Alpha's house, so why was he feeling this tired?
His thoughts were all over the place as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Umm…" he groaned, his voice hoarse as his hand instinctively clutched his waist and sat up with difficulty. A sharp pain shot through his back, making him hiss. "What… is happening to me?" he muttered under his breath.
His head pounded harder now, and just as he tried to remember what had happened last night. All he could remember was some jumbled memories.
In which Azerin was so near him that he could even hear his breath, and he was touching him…
He flinched, and his eyes flung open wide in shock.
"What? What are those…?" he whispered in disbelief, panic rushing to his throat.
His gaze darted around the room. This wasn't the servant quarters.
