I frowned as sunlight shone into my eyes, pulling me from my very dirty dream of Zanda taking me from behind in the woods, his hand gripping my hair tightly as he slammed into me.
I was warm, too warm, my back felt like I was lying in front of a fire.
I opened my eyes slowly, and it took me a second to register why I wasn’t in my own bed. I’d found my mate, and he’d taken me to his pack house. I’d fallen asleep on the journey, so he must have carried me inside.
I went to move away from the heat only to be pinned down by something, I looked and saw a tattooed muscular arm wrapped around my waste, holding me close.
'MATE!' Kally purred happily.
'What am I wearing?' I asked her as I saw a black shirt with some kind of white print on the front. ‘What happened to the dress?'
Kally shrugge
