The bedroom was filled with the strong scents of sex and pricey cologne.
Sunlight streamed through the huge windows, lighting up the messy sheets and the two naked bodies sprawled out on the giant bed.
Maksim was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, smoke from his cigarette curling up toward the ceiling.
He looked calm and satisfied, like a predator that had just finished a good meal.
Selina curled against his side, her dark hair spilling over his chest, one leg draped over him like she owned the place.
But her mind was racing.
Now or never, she thought. Plant the seeds. Make him believe.
She shifted, propping herself up on one elbow and letting her fingers play over his scarred chest. "You seem tense," she said, lightly tracing an old bullet wound above his heart.
Maksim blew out a puff of smoke. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Alpha." The name came out like a bad word. "Something's just not right with him. It's been weird for weeks."
