Rising Puffs of Smoke

I can't sleep.

I tossed in bed for hours, unable to get the events of last night's party out of my head.

To make it just worse, the little sleep I tried to have ended with another sex dream about the Alpha.

Or was I to say, fucking.

I didn't want to think of what it implied or get my hopes high again, nor did I want to imagine how I could have died at the hands of Cage if he hadn't needed something from the Alpha.

How did the Silver Moon pack fit into all this?

Needing to clear my head, I slid out of bed and changed into a one piece swimsuit, wrapping a robe around myself.

I took the elevator and walked the silent hallway downstairs, turning to the back of the posh house where a spacious pool was located.

But as tricky lady fate could have it, Alpha Cole just managed to be in the water, twirling a glass of wine, puffs of smoke rising from the cigarette in his other hand.

As usual, my heartbeat perked up, but I was having none of it. I started to turn around unnoticed when his voice so