Rejection on the Alpha 1 COMPLE

What in the name of the Almighty was that dreadful smell? Mera, whose eyelids were still too heavy to rise, opened one eye cautiously and saw that the smell wasn't offensive. On the other hand, it had no right to be in her bedroom in the first place. Her memory, which was impaired as a result of her lack of sleep, was able to recall three separate pieces of information.

The fact that the smell was really a person's signature scent was the first thing that jumped out at me about it. It had a really appetising scent that had undertones of fresh pine, rain from the spring, and cedar wood. Two, the enticing scent belonged to a guy who had masculine characteristics. And lastly, that guy was also a wolf shifter, just as she was. They were both the same. Despite the fact that these unknown guys had an alluring scent, Mera wolfe did not invite them inside the pack house to meet the others in the pack. She was able to push a drooping eye open and get a gscott behind her, where she was able to confirm her suspicion that the unidentified male had vanished quite some time ago.

She was relieved to have this information. She wrenched her head around, which felt unusually heavy, and peered at the alarm clock that was sitting on the table next to her bed. Or, if nothing else, that is what she would have done in the first place if it hadn't pulled a disappearing act in the first place. In addition to the table that was located next to her bed, She had been soundly sleeping on the cosy bedding of another person when she got the sudden revelation that the sheets did not belong to her. She jolted herself awake and sat straight up in bed. and vowed a curse on you. Because she wasn't in her room at the time, the answer is no.

It's a well-known fact that she wasn't even at her own home at the time in question. Not just as a reaction to the luxury that was all about her, but also as a reaction to the realisation that she was within what seemed to be a large cave. Her eyes widened as she warily studied her surroundings, and it was not only as a reaction to the luxury that was all around her. What's that? However, it was not a cave that existed during the Stone Age. Never in a million years. The walls were constructed of a light cream sandstone and were perfectly smooth, with the exception of the occasional nook that had been transformed into a tiny shelf. The walls were also completely smooth. The carpet on the floors had a plush beige colour, giving the impression that they were quite pleasant to walk on.

The headboard of the platform bed had a dark wood tone, which went nicely with both the triple wardrobe and the big set of drawers that were also made of dark wood. Both of the pieces of furniture featured a style that was mostly associated with men. Because of the smooth arch that had been cut into the wall of the cave where the bed was situated, the bedroom seemed to be rather pleasant, despite the fact that it was fairly spacious. But not to the point that she was able to unwind and take pleasure in this peculiar little circumstance. She did not experience any feelings of worry or anxiety, in spite of the fact that her inner wolf was keeping watch. Mera gave a sneer before speaking. Her foolish wolf didn't even have the good sense to be worried about the fact that she was in a strange location—a cave, of all things—and that she had no knowledge of how she got there.