Chapter 90

Danciana's Point Of View

I woke up, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I realized I was on Alpha Dante's bed. The soft sheets and the faint scent of his cologne surrounded me. As I sat up, my muscles protested the movement after what seemed like a deep slumber. Yawning and stretching, I took in my surroundings, a mix of curiosity and familiarity settling in.

"Alpha Dante?" I called out, my voice slightly groggy from sleep. There was no answer. Panic began to churn within me as I wondered where he could be. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my heart racing. A faint sound reached my ears, water running from the bathroom. Relief washed over me as I hurried towards the source of the noise.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam billowing out into the hallway. I pushed the door open and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. There, under the spray of the shower, stood A