Sonja
“Wake up Sonja,’ Alessia’ voice rang out in my head. A heavy scent of disinfectants along with the most intoxicating smell of fresh rain and pine invaded my nostrils. My eyes felt painted shut, and my body felt like a truck had hit it.
Summoning every ounce of strength within me, I pried open my heavy eyelids. As my vision cleared, a symphony of tingles coursed through my palm. My gaze landed on a large hand enveloping my own. Nestled beside me on the bed, laid a head of brown hair.
I tried to remove my hand, but the person’s hold tightened. The head that was beside me now raised as green eyes met mine.
Alessia howled inside my head, “Mate! Mate,” she jumped around shouting in a loud voice; her shouting was giving me a headache.
“Mate,” I whispered, and my stomach flipped. Alpha
