Chapter 39 Everly
Chapter thirty-nine
Everly
Ishoot up in bed, gasping, the throbbing in my core still pulsing. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat. Oh my fucking god, did I have a sex dream?
Was it real? It felt real.
I don’t even remember going to bed. The last clear memory I have is standing out on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I stared at the moonlit garden below. Did Zaria bring me inside?
My gaze sweeps across the quiet room and lands on the daybed in the corner, where Zaria is sprawled out, her head resting on one arm, her long dark hair cascading over the pillows.
Curled up beside her are the wolves, their silvery white coats blending into the plush cushions. Asrai is nestled on a pillow just beside Zaria’s head. Both of them are sound asleep.