11

Artemisia

I walk through the living room, looking into the other rooms. There is a small kitchen, a large bedroom with a king-sized bed and large windows, leading onto a terrace, as well as a gorgeous bathroom, walk-in closet, and small library.

The happiness that I feel while checking my new small apartment out is unreal. I can’t help but feel bad for not being more scared about the consequences I will face because of my dormant wolf, being afraid of my supposedly brutish mates, and not feeling more uncomfortable here.

Must be this stupid mate bond.

After unpacking the few things I took with me, I settle into an armchair in the library and call Ramona.

“Oh my God!” She squeals as she picks up my call. “Bitch, I thought you were already dead!”

I laugh as hearing her voice is a balm for my soul. “Or tied to a bed at least.”

Literally being able to see her brows jumping before my inner eye, I laugh again. “Such a pervert. I just got here. I hope you wish for a mate for me who lets