Alexander's POV
I woke with a jolt, my body drenched in sweat and my head pounding with the worst hangover I'd experienced in years.But that wasn't what had my wolf whining anxiously inside my head.
The scent.
*Her* perfume.
Sarah's intoxicating fragrance was everywhere—on my sheets, on my skin, in the very air I breathed. My wolf stirred with satisfaction while my human side filled with dread.
"f**k," I groaned, memories flooding back in vivid detail.
It hadn't been a dream. I'd taken her again and again until we were both exhausted beyond measure. The ghost of her taste lingered on my lips, and I could still feel the imprint of her body against mine.
*Mine*, my wolf growled possessively. *She's ours.*
"Shut up," I hissed, throwing off the covers and stumbling to
