The next day

Anna approached and threw a sheet over Adam's body. Then she put on her old pajamas and lay down next to him. His perfume flooded her soul. She took advantage of the fact that he was out, dead or just asleep, she couldn't tell, and ran her hand through his well-kept beard. She wanted to be lucky enough to win over a handsome man who smelled like him. But not a mafia boss. Not a werewolf. A man who could match her feelings.

And she fell asleep with her hand on his cheek. She didn't stop to think about the consequences of what she had just done. She didn't stop to think that she could get the death penalty for drugging the big Alpha boss. She didn't care about any of those things. Anna knew that she was nothing in a world with a vast number of important people, and that she wouldn't be missed by anyone. She knew that there was no one else who cared about her fate. And being aware of this didn't upset her, it freed her. She was resigned to the fate of dying young.

Anna woke up