Where am I?

Alyssa’s point of view

Lavender. Fresh lavender. Ocean. Water. I try to open my eyes, but they are heavy. I feel like my head is heavy as well.

“Frey? Frey?” I shout, trying to sit up. I am in a strange place.

I suddenly snap my eyes as I look around. The window is blowing through the window and the white linen curtains are blown away. On the side bed table, there’s my handbag and phone.

I can feel someone’s presence in the room, so I shift my head to the left and Marcelo is sitting on the accent armchair, his hands clasped together and leaning on his knees as he looked at me.

“Marcelo? What did you do? Why am I here?” I panic as I look around the room. This is fucking crazy.

I sit up and get out of bed as he looks at me.

‘Why did you let him mark you?” He asks, his voice sounding broken as I swallow hard, looking into his eyes.

‘He is my mate.” I replied, and he chuckled softly, nodding his head and lowering his eyes. My gaze lingers on him, wondering what he might be thinking right