Alpha’s Mistake
I press my nose against it.
Did Alpha Dragomir leave this? But why does the scent smell like Alpha Vladimir, rather than Alpha Dragomir?
Examining the jacket, I place it on my nose again, inhaling its scent into my system. Goddess, I could drown in this. I could spend all my coins to stay wrapped in it.
“Two bars of gold,” a deep voice cuts through the silence, and I jerk with a scream, my heart slamming against my ribs.
I sit still like ice, fog crowding my head. My heart leaps into my throat as my gaze finds the last person I expected to see. Alpha Vladimir. He is seated on a chair by the bedside with his legs crossed. His attention is buried in the book he is reading.