Chapter 176

Alexander's POV I woke with a jolt, my body drenched in sweat and my head pounding with the worst hangover I'd experienced in years.But that wasn't what had my wolf whining anxiously inside my head. The scent. *Her* perfume. Sarah's intoxicating fragrance was everywhere—on my sheets, on my skin, in the very air I breathed. My wolf stirred with satisfaction while my human side filled with dread. "Fuck," I groaned, memories flooding back in vivid detail. It hadn't been a dream. I'd taken her again and again until we were both exhausted beyond measure. The ghost of her taste lingered on my lips, and I could still feel the imprint of her body against mine. *Mine*, my wolf growled possessively. *She's ours.* "Shut up," I hissed, throwing off the covers and stumbling to the bathroom. I caught sight of myself in the mirror—hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and bite marks across my shoulders and chest. Unmistakable evidence of our passion. Of my weakness. I slammed my fist against the counter,