The bonds woke me before my eyes opened.
Four distinct channels thrumming with life and presence and certainty that I wasn't alone, and God that was going to take some getting used to because privacy was apparently a thing of the past when you could feel three alphas sleeping and one wide awake.
Draven, if the cool precise feeling bleeding through his bond was any indication.
My eyes opened to find him in the chair by the window again, book in hand but gaze on me, and the small smile that crossed his face when he realized I was awake did things to my heart that should have been illegal.
"Morning." My voice came out rough. "Or is it afternoon again?"
"Evening, actually." He closed the book. "You've been asleep for fourteen hours."
"Fourteen—" I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it when every muscle in my body screamed protest.
"Easy." He was there before I could blink, hands steadying me. "Your body's been through a claiming and a heat. It needs time to recover."
