SHADOWCLAW — ALPHA'S PRIVATE CHAMBERS — DAWN
Serena Frostborne woke up naked underneath the Alpha King of Shadowclaw.
His full weight was on her. Every goddamn pound of him. Chest against her chest. Hips pinning hers into the mattress. One arm hooked beneath her waist, the other wedged under the pillow her head was resting on, his bicep serving as both cushion and cage.
She blinked at the ceiling. The ceiling offered zero context.
The room was dim. Pre-dawn light filtered through the curtains in pale grey-blue bars that cut across the bed at the wrong angle, which meant she'd been unconscious for a while. Her body felt like she'd been run through a wringer, hung to dry, and run through again.
Fin was asleep. His face was turned against her neck, his breath hitting her collarbone in steady, slow intervals that said deep unconsciousness.
