Chapter 49 Ava: Selene's Secret Vice

Selene's presence helped me sleep like the dead. Waking in the morning in a room outside of the hospital is nicer than I want to admit to Clayton, after trying to refuse this apartment.

Stretching languidly, I take a moment to bask in the luxury of the king-sized bed, reveling in the silky sheets caressing my skin. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I roll onto my side, only to find myself face-to-face with Selene's piercing blue gaze.

"Morning," I murmur, reaching out to scratch behind her ears.

Morning, pup. Her tail thumps against the mattress in greeting. Sleep well?

"Like a rock." I glance around the lavish bedroom, my eyes lingering on the plush armchairs positioned near the floor-to-ceiling windows. "It's going to take some getting used to, living in a place like this."

You deserve nice things, Ava. Selene nuzzles my hand. Although, I must admit, I miss the simplicity of your old apartment.

Is it possible to feel nostalgia after only a week away? Because I do.

"Me too. We won't be able to go back for a little while, right?"

Selene's ears flatten against her head. Not until the alpha sends you home.

Pushing aside the melancholy, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stretch again, relishing the freedom of movement. No sore back or hips, and no tense neck after sleeping on near-flat pillows. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

Selene hops off the bed and trots toward the door. Well, you don't have a job to go to anymore, so I suppose you could be a couch potato for once.

I can't help but laugh at the mental image. "A couch potato? Really?"

wolfish grin. There's a new shifter romance show that just

follow her out of the bedroom and into the spacious living area. "A shifter romance

sofa, making herself comfortable. You'd

I'm not sure I want to

now. She gives me a pointed look. After everything we've been through together, a little on-screen romance

couch, tucking my feet beneath me. "Alright, alright. Let's see what

flatscreen flickers to life, and the opening credits of "Fated Mates" fill

let's see what kind of steamy shifter

Selene promises, her eyes glued to the screen. This show is going to make you wish you had a mate

have one. He didn't want me.

mate doesn't count when they're too stupid to appreciate what's right in front

surprised laugh escapes my lips. Trust Selene to put things so bluntly.

to turn our heads toward the sound. Frowning, I rise from the couch and make my way to

open, I'm surprised to find Ivy standing on

to greet her, so I just say, "Hello," and stand

sweeps over me, assessing my appearance with a critical eye, unimpressed by my pajamas. An impatient expression crosses her features as she arches a

invite me in, or shall we conduct our

step aside, gesturing for her to enter. "Of

past me, Selene lets out a snort from her spot on the couch, drawing Ivy's

that dog?" Ivy asks, her

meets my gaze with a knowing look. "She's just a stray who showed up one day. Ran away from her old home, I

as if she's agreeing with my explanation. Ivy, however, doesn't

as she studies Selene, who simply stares back at her, unfazed. "Well, I

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