A Dorm With My Alpha Mate
The first grey hints of dawn were lightening the high library windows when I heard the heavy tread of the morning guards making their first round.
Panic, cold and swift, shot through me. I was on the wrong side of the lodge, in a room I should never be in, surrounded by evidence of my treason. Extinguishing my candle, I melted into the deepest shadows between two shelves. The library door groaned open. A guard’s lantern swept the room, a lazy, routine glance. It passed over the table where my open book lay. It passed over the shelf where I hid.
“Smells like old dust and ambition in here,” the guard grumbled to his companion.