18

Victoria’s POV

I woke up with a start and realised I was surrounded by darkness, reaching for the lamp on my bedside table. I was shocked to find it not there and toppled out of bed, causing a harsh growl from the other side.

Alex?

It did not sound like him, and it certainly did not smell like him.

Panic began to set in, and my mouth went dry as a desert.

Where was I?

I hoped and prayed that I was not back in that horrible pack house that Alex had rescued me from.

He was my mate.

My hero.

“Get back into that bed.” I heard an unfamiliar voice demanding of me and then footsteps as he exited the bed and came to my side. I was still lying on the floor, trying to understand what was happening to me.

Then I felt two big strong arms pulling me up, and I was thrown back onto the bed as tears started to brim up in my eyes.

I had no idea who this was and why I was there.

Alex was