The Alpha's Pet is A Mafia Princess

7

Time line: present

Lily was roused from her slumber by the resounding crash on the floor. A soft, pained groan escaped her lips as she struggled to move her body. Gradually, her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

As her senses gradually returned, the first sight that greeted her was a resplendent chandelier hanging above her, casting a radiant golden light that was almost blinding.

She attempted to shift her body, and a faint whimper escaped her lips as she tried to move. Blinking away the lingering haze of sleep, she took in her surroundings. The opulence of the room was immediately evident – intricate carvings adorned the walls, depicting lunar goddesses and watchful werewolf spirits. The juxtaposition of these two elements in the décor was both mesmerizing and intriguing.

The bed she was lying on was adorned with rich, velvety fabrics that hinted at a comfort that was almost surreal in their post-apocalyptic world. The room itself seemed to exude an air of mystique and grandeur, the carved designs hinting at stories of ancient lore.

Her eyes were drawn to the chandelier that hung above her, its intricate design reflecting a fusion of elegance and otherworldly artistry. The chandelier's golden glow bathed the room in a warm, ethereal light, casting intricate shadows on the walls adorned with depictions of moon goddesses. The robed figures of the goddesses seemed to dance in the soft light, their faces serene and otherworldly.

But what intrigued her the most were the depictions of werewolf spirits, their eyes fierce and guardian-like. They were depicted with an air of watchfulness, their presence both protective and haunting. The werewolves seemed to gaze upon her from the walls, their expressions conveying an ancient wisdom and an almost tangible sense of guardianship.

Lily shifted her gaze and took in the expanse of the room, its dominant gray hues enveloping her senses. Where was she?

Her hand reached out to touch the cool surface of the bed beneath her. The pillows and blanket that cocooned her emitted the strong, masculine scent of juniper. It was a fragrance that spoke of strength and resilience, and it surrounded her like an invisible embrace.

The scent triggered a flood of memories, and Arion's face flashed through her mind along with the events that had transpired. Could this be Arion's room?

Her heart raced as she considered the possibility. The intricate surroundings, the commanding scent – they seemed to align with the enigmatic figure she had encountered before. Her mind raced back to their interactions, the mixture of tension and attraction that had lingered between them.

Lily's thoughts were a whirlwind of uncertainty and curiosity. If this was indeed Arion's room, what did it mean? Had he brought her here? Was he a friend or a foe?

Lily slowly rose, her body aching as she moved. Several parts of her body were wrapped in bandages, evidence of her recent injuries. She found herself lying on a bed that was both large and exceptionally soft.

It was the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in, reminiscent of the plush resting places she had known during her time as a pet under Alpa Xander's care three years ago.

Suddenly, a movement caught Lily's eye in the corner of the room, and she turned her head. Only then did she realize the presence of Arion, who had been standing near the window, gazing at her in silence. His bare chest was exposed, and he wore only a pair of loose fabric pants that hung low on his hips.

Shards of glass were scattered at his feet – remnants of the shattered glass that had awakened Lily earlier. The realization dawned on her that he had been the source of the sound.