The Alpha in My Dream
He was hunting for a girl whose face he knew perfectly, whose voice haunted his thoughts, but whose name remained a cruel mystery.
Ever since that fateful night when she had broken down and whispered the word *mate*, she had never returned to his dreams.
Every single night, Kieran closed his eyes and prayed for the silver mist to take him back to the grand palace of his sleep. But the dream world remained frustratingly empty. Sometimes, he would catch a tiny, fleeting whiff of fresh rosemary while he slept, a cruel tease that made his heart clench in his chest. It made him wonder, with a sense of desperate agony, if she was still waiting for him at the edge of that dream house. Were they jus