Elvira
I woke up to warmth. Not just the heat under my duvet or the gentle light slipping in through the heavy curtains, but something else. My arm was wrapped tightly around something soft and heavy. Still half-asleep, I squinted at the object under my cheek.
Dark fabric. Smooth leather trim. Wait… a jacket? It was Alpha’s jacket and it smelled like him.
His scent wrapped around me like an invisible rope, woody, masculine, and just a hint of tobacco. Ugh. Why did he have to smell so good? I clutched the jacket closer before quickly tossing it aside like it burned. My fingers twitched at the loss of contact, and I wanted to slap myself.
Snap out of it, Elvira.
He probably forgot it, right? Nothing more. He didn’t mean to leave it. It’s not like it meant anything.
I sat up slowly, br
