Chapter 19 Finally Trapped In His World

• A dull ache throbbed behind Elara’s temples, a distant echo of the darkness that had swallowed her whole. When she finally pried her eyelids open, the first thing she registered was the overwhelming scent of sandalwood and primal male musk. Her heart hammered against her ribs, recognizing the signature aroma immediately: Alpha Fenris. She was lying in his bed.
• “Oh no,” fear gripped her as he tried to scramble upright, the sheets tangling around her legs, her mind racing for a defense…a plea…anything to ward off the inevitable punishment for the crime of being found in his personal domain. “Still, little one.”
• A gentle but firm hand pressed lightly against her shoulder, guiding her back down. She glanced up, and it was Angelo. He sat beside the bed, his usually sharp features softened by a weary tenderness.