The Stripper Alpha

how I had ended up in the middle of the forest, but no matter how hard I strained my memory, I came up empty. "Your name is Zahra-Rose Drystan," I murmured, trying to remember myself. Yes, that w

ream before. Dreams are manifestations, visions, glimpses into something deeper. Most werewolves see their wolves in dreams before they shift for the first time. But my first dream wasn't of my wolf. It was of being hunted. Why? I glanced at the clock. Midnight. Too late to dwell on it. I climbed back into bed, my chest rising and falling heavily. Still, as I drifted into uneasy sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something I was supposed to understand. Something important. ** -* By morning, the dream had faded from my thoughts, replaced by the anticipation of another brutal day of training. But first, food. A mountain of it sat before me, and I intended to devour every last bite. Excited, I scooped a generous portion of rice onto my plate, my stomach rumbling in approval. "Good morning, Zahra-Rose." I looked up sharply, startled to find Ashvin standing near the table, watching me. I had been so preoccupied with my food that I hadn't even noticed his arrival. Clearing my throat, I nudged my plate aside slightly as he took a seat across from me. This was the first time we were having a meal together. Just the two of us. Why did that suddenly make me feel self-conscious? I glanced down at my outfit as if expecting to find something wrong with it, but everything was fine. "What's your schedule like today?" he asked, casually scooping food onto his plate. I opened my mouth to answer, but my words got stuck in my throat. Because, for some inexplicable reason, I was suddenly transfixed by the way his mouth moved as he chewed. Oh, Goddess. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I staring at his mouth? "Are you alright?" His question jolted me back to reality. Embarras